I hate myself for being weak
(now I honestly do),
I let it split – that solid “we”,
But never wished it doomed.
Who could predict all stupid deeds
Which were somehow done?
I failed to collect my wits
Playing perfectly dumb.
You are my only biased judge
Who would forgive me all,
But hardly can I forgive myself,
My lapse, apostasy fault.
I hate myself for being weak
© Copyright: Виктор Бурдин, 2010
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