Something that was not with me before.
Something that try make me like a blackened.
Don't know where it was hidden, in what store?
So very short term and light is slackened.
Was light, was shining with a hope.
Then sadness with my right for tear.
Then hopeless like muddy tasteless soup .
Then fear to lose... So strong and stupid fear...
More than ever now feel my rightness.
The first time I know what is anger.
Don't try to see the dark like whiteness.
You know , all you feel is real danger.
Anger
© Copyright: Алина Котлев, 2014
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