9 carton clouds

Building up
My toy ladder of thousands steps.
Getting higher with every brick,
That's a test!
To keep up with the task,
To remember the goal at the top.
Lifting stones,
Struggling winds,
Losing hopes...

Blood on hands,
Pain is going with me the same way.
On the knees...
Though
There's no one so far to pray.
Crawling up,
Like a child that is learning life.

For the reasons the abyss deprives.


Рецензии
О, мне понравилось. Очень. Как-то даже в голове теперь верится.
Хотя никогда не любила стихи на английском.

Любовь Чубова   09.07.2011 22:05     Заявить о нарушении