I'm here, still I call this world my home,
Day after day I wonder why I'm here,
What pain is still in store - this life I fear -
I know with time it will explode - the bomb,
The time-bomb, set to rupture my existence
Now filled with worries, sadness, troubled thoughts
That I will find pathetic from a distance
Once I have managed to connect the dots.
I m here...
© Copyright: Элиза Микаилова, 2012
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