I have no words, no lust to write,
Here I have found my field of silence,
My verse is gone, and so am I,
Don't say again – I know my crimes.
Don't look at me, I lost my rhyme,
There is no muse to shed my tears:
I wept my poems and I'm out, –
Here I have faced my oldest fear.
I have no will, no lines to catch me,
My words are broken to escape,
I'm done and all, my songs to bury
With my own heart I have betrayed.
18, April
2016
Broken Words
© Copyright: Максимов Александр Андреевич, 2016
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