Old man

I walked on black and empty street so lonely.
The night was clear, silent, deadly dark.
I met the limping old man roving slowly
In strange and massive world, that is so stark.
And our paths started crossing sudden,
He had no face - just ugly dirty mask,
I felt his kindred soul, that locked in dungeon.
«Man, who are you?» - my shaking voice then asked.

And in that moment I could see
The world from his eyes:
A lot of things to disagree!
Extreme for nothing price!

He rapidly transformed to gloomy shadow,
Which disappeared fast in see through air
To find his valued place and may be shelter,
A way to fight with steady black despair.
The strong and crazy craving had appeared.
I am confused. Who knows what’s that and why?
My body occupied with freezing fear -
I saw him flying in the dark blue clear sky.

And in that moment I could see
The world from his eyes:
A lot of things to disagree!
Extreme for nothing price!

(Сентябрь 2025)