The curse

There are so many dreams in our tainted world.
And yours is like a drop among the stormy sea.
It is the payment for the right to vote,
But it can’t bye your grief, as you can see.

I died so long ago – I’m living in my dream.
I’m trying to pretend, that everything’s OK.
You were completely lost in sunshine beam,
Since those misfortune’s spring you’ve been away.

The whisper of a tomb, the emptiness of death
Enslave me, so I can’t refuse to be destroyed.
But destiny have ordered to be left
In life to love forever, be annoyed.

And now I have to live my life to pay my debts.
My creditor is dead, no hope for resurrection.
You’ll probably remember these assents,
But you won’t see the sense of combination.

Why has our life presented us the sinful curse??
Where is the reason to be loved with no reply??
For what are getting dried essence’s meres??
All our happiness is lost in “why”…

I will be glad, if there are mistakes in words,
And all these lines are just performance of despair.
But prove me if we have some moral codes,
And I will move this poem to nowhere.

Where are you?? Are you silent?? Let it be so, hush!!
This is the answer to my final hundredth scream.
I must give my dispatch another brush,
It wasn’t summer lightning – it just seemed.

We need some time. What change of profit will it bring??
It will just kill us and befoul my bed of death.
Our youth will be deep-frozen in the pink,
Forgiving snow will cover our debts.

I want you not to be so sad: your forfeit comes.
I don’t want you to be like me, to waste your strength.
I don’t want you to grieve in this collapse
And loose your heart and your intelligence.

But everybody  knows, we have bad human lust.
We are one thing, there is no difference between.
We ask the same before we burn to dust,
We loose our games of life we can not win.
 
The hope is fading like the fog in springtime night.
We can not see the end of our way to hell.
I’m on my knees, I’m crying by your side.
We could be free like prisoners as well…

You have so free illusions, but the free is vain
And useless value for the life. We live on earth.
It will not bring the vale of woe away.
It will not resurrect the dead. It’s curse.

I will survive until the end of useful lies.
I will exist in mortal agony for years.
You have been cursed not for your goodbyes,
The reason were you said goodbye forever…