I was in my wretched state,

Enjoying my long life in the way of war,

Kissing bitterness since it was my dearest,

I longed for brutality, and the only thing 

that gave me joy was chaos.

For 18 good years, I ate nothing but garbage.

I was drunken with the water from Mara.

I was fed with rocks, dignified stones 

and I enjoyed it since it was my way of life.

I loved violence, I was trapped in troubles.

 

He came to me like an uncle

Approached me in his rags, 

it was what I'd love to see.

He embraced me with a kiss,

It made a mark on me—bloody.

I loved it, "I've seen a friend", all I said.

"follow me to my town", he said to me.

Without queries I yielded, he was my like, 

I didn't hesitate.

Here we are in his town,

Exactly opposite to him, my style, our style.

I saw the reason for peace.

He gave me food, I drank.

It was bread, it was life.

His people told me it was an end to violence, 

and end to my wretched state.

I saw light, I drank of the spring,

I was transfigured, I became him.

I not only found maximum joy, I became joy.

 

Listen to my mind,

"Let us go back, it's not safe here,

Your people are looking for you.

Don't forget the sorrow you enjoyed,

the pain you loved, the blood you drank 

and the garbage you ate."

It was a war,

I was addicted to them.

I couldn't help thinking of my past.

I ate the Law,

I drank of the prophets,

I was confused in the state,

Never was I able to do sanctity.

But now I'm free.

What more can I do?

"Ignore!", the saviour said.

I will never go back.

Not to junks, not to distress, not to fear.

"You're saved already" was the song they sang.

I therefore IGNORE the call to insanity.

I have life.

 

More than just a poem.

 

Hagios Akins