The fear of death is through my life.
I don't want die, I want survive!
Because of fear, my eyes are blind,
But wery soon I'll see the light!
The light of death in the twighlight,
The scarry picture in the night.
I can not fight with my fool scare,
My life is blind, it's too unfair!
The fear of Death
© Copyright: Анастасия Мартюшова, 2009
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One of my poems reminds me yours:
Beginning of a misery,
A start of nasty days...
You only can commiserate
My very dire place.
My home is far away from here,
So, what now can I do?
In heart I feel venomous fear
Since in this world I grew.
Sometimes a question hits my mind:
Where is the sense of life?
At once my eyes are getting blind,
Soul looks for fatal knife.
But every time, when sparkling blade
Is ready to break free,
My search reveals something grate,
For what I have to be!
Алексей Клакоцкий 04.10.2009 13:20 • Заявить о нарушении
Beginning of a misery,
A start of nasty days...
You only can commiserate
My very dire place.
My home is far away from here,
So, what now can I do?
In heart I feel venomous fear
Since in this world I grew.
Sometimes a question hits my mind:
Where is the sense of life?
At once my eyes are getting blind,
Soul looks for fatal knife.
But every time, when sparkling blade
Is ready to break free,
My search reveals something grate,
For what I have to be!
Алексей Клакоцкий 04.10.2009 13:20 • Заявить о нарушении