Who am I?
Mind is hard,
Torn inside
Of this hurt.
I must do.
It’s the hunt.
Hipocrisy
Surrounds me,
It slays true ray.
I am not free.
I see the false,
But I can’t fight
In full right way,
My anger crys
Through cold smile
By hate tears
With deep sadness
And future fears.
My failures
Makes dark more,
It slowly creeps
To mental core.
Dissolution
Makes me weak,
I fall down,
But I will seek
Way to arise
Way to be need.
Be able to arise
Against false and lies.
Be able to fight
With filth in your mind
You are riser.
Get satisfy
In land of blood,
In a dark sky…
21 – 22. 10, 22. 11. 2005.
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=290374
Рубрика: Лірика
дата надходження 02.11.2011
автор: Ярослав Дорожний