My aim remains the same.
I wanna find out, what it is,
the truth.
But what it found? - Disease
and happenings I can't explain.
Forgive me, Lord, for that.
For I cannot forgive myself
for being
blind. You know, and being deaf,
now then I cannot speak! Too bad...
The more I live my life
the more I gain, the more I lose.
I use
existence of no use,
Don't want to rise, to fall, to strive.
I'm sad to feel a sort
of joy that can't be shared with world.
I'm sad.
My sadness is a wound
that aches and can't be healed by word.
I feed a void inside.
Each day my void devours wast'd time
And now
I do, composing rhyme,
Avoid my job, fate predefined.
I could just sleep instead,
Or find some easy occupation.
or I
could fight against frustration
via the Godlike Internet.
Enough then. What to say?
Who wants to play - he wins the game
Just like
This verse, my life is lame.
That's fair that losers fade away.
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=298022
Рубрика: Вірші, що не увійшли до рубрики
дата надходження 05.12.2011
автор: Jonny Evilko