You justify your doings by lack of control,
No borders there to stop, you lost it whole.
I warned you about the echoes in the halls,
Their whispers and cries, struck by the walls.
The little boy pays no respect to them.
Stuck in the ocean of black and white stripes.
The glimpse of the day that will never come.
Words always flew out sharper than thoughts.
Heavens are lighten up with fire,
Moment is closer to your desire.
Your intimate and final dream,
Affects my heart like a scream.
Love is still alive in our timid notes,
But words are always stuck in throat.
I heard your voice to me talking obscene,
No traces for thousand miles to be seen.
In Inaction
© Copyright: Дмитрий Гробов, 2016
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