IF FIRE IS PUT OUT, IT CEASES TO EXIT
I'm in a state of shock, I wander around
My face is motionless, in despair
My legs weak at the knees, unsound,
Hands limp from lack of food and care.
What kind of senility waits ahead?
This loneliness is inbearable
Who can tell me how much longer I'll dwell
In poverty, waiting for my last breath?
What kind of senility the fate prepared for me?
My lonely self has been broken and bent
There is nobody who needs me, who wants me
I have to die soon, undoubtedly.
I've had enought of all this
I don't care what'll happen to me
Without love, no, I can't be!
If fire is put out, it ceases to exist.
18-04-2016
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AP (the original version – ru)
If fire is put out, it ceases to exist
© Copyright: Алла Польская, 2016
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