Soft sadness, warm sorrow,
No thoughts of tomorrow,
It’s clear, there’s no turning back.
Oblivion is pleasant,
I’m trapped in the present,
With glimpses of strength, that I lack.
I’m searching for answers
In failed romances,
My conscience keeps silent, soul cries.
Yet there’s no helping hand,
And alone I stand,
Within me the universe dies.
03.2013
Disease
© Copyright: Елена Гребенникова, 2013
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