AGONY

           I wake up with heaviness in my head. The dawn appears gray in front of my eyes. The sun rolls down on the gloomy sky as a miry football. Its light is turbid and has a black tint. I open the window and listen to the noise of the sea. The seashells, strewing its dark bottom, blow their bugles. Their shriek mixes with the swished breath of the bristled wind. The bodies of countless dead sea-mews are scattered on the beach. The vultures will come flying in the next moment to drink their grayness up. Under my feet featureless medusas writhe, punished from the sea for an unknown crime. The leaves of the trees have disappeared and the naked cobweb of the branches interlaces the sea in its sticky net. The rocks are blacker than the darkest night – they resemble sepulchral stones. I’m enveloped from horror. I try to evade from this beach, but my feet sink in the blackness of the sand and the sea blocks with roar my way back. Thousands glazy black birds’ eyes peer at my face and thousands beaks are opened yet from a death cry that didn’t come out. I’m alone among the dead birds. The wind sings sinisterly at my ear with their deaf voices. The cold creeps on my skin with the hope to reach my heart, because my heart is the only living thing on this beach. The horror and despair interweave in my soul. Hoarse cry tries to pierce its way through strong-squeezed lips. The vulturous sand retains hold of me in its sticky embrace. The cold penetrates through the pores and reaches the heart. The living blaze resists furiously, but merciless chill extinguishes it. My heart turns to a piece of unruffled ice.

            The love has died today.