The rain is pouring... In your room
you sit alone.
In dark, grey sky there is a disk
of faceless moon.
You sit alone and try to dream,
You try to search the light.
You want to cry, you want to scream
Inside your soul there is a soundless fight.
You see the light, it touches you
with shiny yellow hand.
But past reminds of it, you can't
just throw it off your head.
Somebody, help me, I am tired
To search the distant light.
Somebody, help me in my mind
To win this endless fight.
Anxiety
© Copyright: Борис Шаров, 2013
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