"Never give in", you told yourself.
But it's not easy to fight
If you are sure there won't be help
And you are likely to die.
Look at the trees in the street over there,
Touch those cloudy skies.
You are just trying to find everywhere
Pieces of previous life.
But it has gone far away from the Earth,
No more memories, dreams.
And you are surely blue because
Nothing can help and ease
Tortures and pain of your aching soul,
Wishes of happiness, joy.
What were you fighting for, what was your goal?
Now you see, - enjoy!
22.12.2024 20:44
