Oh, no! It has begun again –
the tears provoked not by pain…
I’m 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 can’t be calm,
though I am loved,
I’m cared after but I’m 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 soul’s cry…
I search the truth but I meet a lie!
My hopes were burning. And now they’re died!
I’m bored to death with that lie and scorn.
I’m 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 I’m the one of them!
I strive for something strange and sick,
I’ve 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 say…I’m tired to follow their steps,
loosing all things and reaching the depth
of nothing where hopes are turned into dust,
And where I can’t save them all as they burn too fast!
