The end of me

The scare of midnight, fear of day
At once destroy me anyway.
To hide before the most of worst
I’ll try to be the best of ghosts
In my behave, solutions, words,
Sometimes you’ll find much of the worst.
Sides of my life and steel of hand,
But I will have it till my end.

Autumn 2001


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We often want to have our ends so quickly as possible. But it's just for a moment. Unfortenately, not always. This poem is old but nevertheless good.

Макс Пэйн   16.07.2006 22:10     Заявить о нарушении
Thanks for Your words. You know, this poem old, I was 16 years old. Ofcourse I thought about end, but now I'm not so stupped. Wita respect, Dimitry.

Дмитрий Поляк   16.07.2006 22:35   Заявить о нарушении