My oxygen

Pain has become my new strength,
Sorrow is now my new bed...
Have you completely forgotten my face?
If you remember... what's said?

Of the warmth that we both truly felt?
Of the sound of my desperate moan?
Of the way that time used to melt,
When we broke every law that was known?

When did you lose all your faith?
Why did you turn and just leave?
When you slammed the door in my face...
I cried like a child in my grief!

Pain is my unbreakable wings,
And bitterness — my oxygen...
I howled like a wounded beast...
Tell me, will it ever cease?!


Рецензии

С 3 по 5 июля состоится Литературный фестиваль в Этномире. В программе – семинары известных поэтов и писателей, поэтический конкурс, посвященный Году единства народов России, книжная выставкая-ярмарка. Приглашаем принять участие →