(dedicated to Franz Schubert)
Everyday depression, crushing to the surface,
Deepest desperation, soring to a scream,
Wholly lacerated in exhaustive nonsense,
Wholly lacerated, daring for a dream…
Hope, worn out in torment, cannot keep from crying,
Reason, growing torpid, bosom, cold as stone;
Eyes around indifferent coolly watch you dying,
Eyes around indifferent leave you all alone…
Deafened with their laughter, blinded with your tears,
Foully doomed to suffer soothing, none can bring;
Craped with grief of sorrow, future ugly fleers,
Craped with grief of sorrow, silently you sing…
Broken hope is sinking, slowly going under,
You are tired of seeking land, where dream belongs;
If we were together to endure our hunger,
If we were together, singing our songs.
03.06.09.-16.06.09.
Swansong
© Copyright: Александр Скрипко, 2011
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