Deep sorrow’s found way into my heart,
Like a cold sea has spilled its coldness there,
And, full of dim anxiety, I start
A long, long way, its end lost in nowhere…
A pushy question’s throbbing through my head:
Where am I from and where am I going? –
I’m going having naught and having spread
Rivers of bitter tears, behind me flowing;
And – doomed to loneliness? – I feel that mine
Desires have crashed, into this sorrow thrown;
I have a feeling that I can define:
Alone with universe, but all alone;
And, full of soreness running through my veins,
I’m walking with my hopes left behind:
A grain amid the crowd of other grains,
A dream in an enormous dreaming mind…
22 December 2010
My Way
© Copyright: Элис Ларк, 2011
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