I’m walking along the street
I am looking at empty sky
Empty faces around me…
Is this fate really mine?
Always lonely, I like this sense
Close my eyes not to see the End
Does the truth anywhere remains?
Don’t you tired of always pretend?
Why do all of you frighten of death?
It has nothing to be worth than life
During life you die every day,
Burying part of you in daily “innocent” lie.
I am traveling round empty world,
Forlornness is all that I feel
Overcrowded street - only scenery
People – slaves of petty ideal…
Forlornness
© Copyright: Анастасия Авраменко, 2007
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The title is extremely exact. Very strong and deep verse. And despite its melancholic tone, I can't say that the poem itself is melancholic. "It has nothing to be worth than life" - absolutely agree.
Well, very good.
But... There is a mistake if you don't mind. Not "Don’t you tired" but "Aren't you tired"...
Anyway thank you for your deep feeling
Best regards...
Марина Болгова 15.07.2008 19:55 • Заявить о нарушении
Well, very good.
But... There is a mistake if you don't mind. Not "Don’t you tired" but "Aren't you tired"...
Anyway thank you for your deep feeling
Best regards...
Марина Болгова 15.07.2008 19:55 • Заявить о нарушении