Monologue of the daughter

Hello, I know,
you can help a bit.
I’m really dead tired
and ready to quit.

(Night...)

No doubts, so smoothly
the world’s going mad.
The Earth is a prison,
It's terribly sad.

(Darkness...)

Time lies, doesn’t heal,
and it’s tasteless, the food.
It’s into my home
the trouble has moved.

(A star...)

I looked for a stopcock
in vain – found hooks.
I stayed in the shelters
of countries and books.

(Fog...)

An outcast – back
to the abode of birch.
No roses, forgive me –
they closed the church.

(Frost...)

The Sun has been drowned
in rainy days bath.
They go to Heaven
along a curved path.

(A howl...)

Who listens to prayers
of worthless girls-brides?
There must be a free place
for me in your tribes.

(A cross...)

The fork on the way
is a trap, too much pain.
Is there some rock, or abyss
or a plain?

(A ghost blessed the lost,
and the darkness again...)


December 1, 2000