Be proud of yourself: you built a home
With broken roof and cold frustration in a wardrobe.
Instead of door you use a stone,
Instead of love you're drinking cordials.
Be proud of yourself: you planted tree
With yellow leaves and dying berries full of poison.
You ate them all and then your breathe
Fell deep in blue Atlantic ocean.
Be proud of yourself: you grew a kid
With stone heart and thrown memories of wonders,
And all you want is to get rid
Of this unconscious gravy thunder.
Be proud: you erased all pretty gloom
That covered you with dirty palette,
This heavy rain dropped just into your room,
Got every dream of you forever buried.
And figure out what is yet to come:
Sweet death or life's dispatch non-rhythmic drum.
Be proud!
© Copyright: Андрей Потапов, 2012
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