America, America -
God shed his grace on thee,
You tempted me, ensnared me,
I have to flee.
What for, you, full of sunshine, land,
So great, divine, diverse,
Gave me a gallant, greeting hand,
Then sent averse?
I find rejoice in your allure,
in art, and food, and feast:
For it I would anguish endure
that you released.
It is my fault - I wanted you
to show me all you've got.
But for a mistake I had no clue
that there's rot.
My dream was broken. Unrevealed
my feelings drew me to the point
when it no longer could be healed
or joined.
And yet, I took a breath again
to fight for my belief,
but ended up, like soldier, slain,
with no relief.
We had no battle - somehow still
I my defeat embrace.
Goodbye. You couldn't kill the thrill -
I'll come back free, and our past
will be erased.
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Originally written 25.01.2016
An overdue American dream
© Copyright: Шевцова Евгения, 2016
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