My loneliness is snowy windy winter,
Taking me over, freezing to my bone.
This is a puss on paintful giant splinter,
That makes me feel not needed and alone.
What am I doing in this absurd world?
Where is no place for me, I know for sure.
I pray at night, go on my knees, to Lord,
For something that would help my soul to cure.
In life, I am a little grain of sand,
So lost and frightened in roar storm.
I am a blind, who needs a guiding hand,
To make me feel decided, safe and warm.
I am mistake of nature and my mother,
She did not plan to have me, after all.
She had two kids, which are my sis and brother,
So here, I am another living soul.
If I just could withdraw my life like check,
That failed on the process of the value,
I would reverse my fate for coming back,
A little girl and make my life revalue.
My loneliness
© Copyright: Ося Некрасова, 2007
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