The odds were always not in our favour.
Life's wearing thin and dispossessed of flavour.
My circle is detached from former loop:
we stopped existing as a group.
Surrounded by new, unknown walls,
we carry on or rises and our falls.
Abandoned airport complete the land
we stopped existing on as band.
And every now and then at glance we spot
the wrongs and disadvantages of plot
of story finished rather briefly, when
we stopped existing as a pen.
The Walls
© Copyright: Артем Хабипов, 2015
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