It’s the lack of light,
I barely breathe.
In the cold room is night,
It seems I near don't live.
When I was sitting in that room
I felt deep sorrow.
Anymore scarlet roses don't bloom,
Nowadays bleak life I know.
Through the window I look sadly.
Probably I'm gloomy decadent.
Now I've realized it's the ending
Of shining life – so deep regret.
It's the lack of light,
Anymore I don't breathe.
The present is eternal night,
In reality I don't live.
Bleak Life
© Copyright: Екатерина Зац, 2015
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