Botomless pitiless purgatory
Is ready to welcome my spirit
Unrhymed undervalued poetry
Shall finally help me to see it
I hear martyrs groaning so distinctly
Mortality was enough aided
Heeding the laugh of a distant glee
I wonder when it will be faded
Deep sunset is seen as the cufflink at
The blood-red sleeve of the horison
With the sun my life dims so I'm coughing at
The sky that won't show me the rising
I ponder if there is a destiny
If doings are sentenced to weighing
Or maybe the sky is just testing me
Who's going to be farewell waving
Wnispering leaves on the forest edge
They dream about heavenly gardens
Such a perfect desire for a strange
Man whose heart with years only hardens
While I'm shaking in harrowing agony
Worthless struggle for meaningless breathing
I suppose the sky is merely begging me
To believe in it and be a heathen
2 октября 2013 года
Fading Sparks of the Doubting Mind
© Copyright: Савва Шанаев, 2013
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