Oh, no! It has begun again
the tears provoked not by pain
Im not offended but feel alone
I feel like cornered and forlorn.
The sadness gave me
a close embrace
with sparkling tears
rolling on my face
I cant be calm,
though I am loved,
Im cared after but Im torn in half.
I write these words and feel like saved
from something strange, from something bad,
created by myself and fantasy inside
giving the birth to my souls cry
I search the truth but I meet a lie!
My hopes were burning. And now theyre died!
Im bored to death with that lie and scorn.
Im tired to feel forsaken and forlorn.
The only hope is to believe
in my half-alive but cherished dream!
All poets suffer feeling the same!
And I must do it as Im the one of them!
I strive for something strange and sick,
Ive grown up an illusion that is too weak!
It will live no more a single day,
Castles in the air as they like to say!
They sayIm tired to follow their steps,
loosing all things and reaching the depth
of nothing where hopes are turned into dust,
And where I cant save them all as they burn too fast!
