My loneliness sometimes takes more than I can give,
I'm being deathly sad, depressive, full of bile;
Then what's the reason it's this way supposed to be?
Is it poor way of things, or do I myself beguile?
Nobody cares for me, and that's the dreadest thing
One has to suffer, gentlest heart and finest soul
Are agonized alone rather than settled free
Begging for countenance from them who're like a wall.
No, I will not pretend it's good and I'm OK
And neither let the panic ruin all that I create
For it's like just a fierce rain pouring on some days
Threatening disaster while it's just a transient state.
__So sad I was and, alas, so sad do I remain
__Hiding in reason's shelter when my feelings rain.
When my feelings rain
© Copyright: Дима Руцкий, 2007
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