I am broken…
And nothing aches
I am woken
in my fakes..
My head is empty and no thought
Arrives to me… And what’s the plot?
I seem to be forgotten, lost
I am my own silly ghost.
And what’s the reason? What’s the game?
It has no smell. It has no name…
It has no fame, no one to blame.
I disappear for myself
I am somewhere on a shelf.
a greedy dust, voracious dust
is eating me… such a disgust.
I disappear piece by piece
Oh, please don’t mind, and please, don’t miss.
There’s nothing worse than piteousness,
Don’t sorrow for me, smile and bless.
Dust
© Copyright: Евгения Перлова, 2009
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