I've been silent and silent so long,
Words of void, words of lie, with no struggle
I surrendered and let myself caught,
With no hope to be free, but to crumble.
I have lost all my rhymes and my faces,
I have lost all my tears in a verse,
There's no muse, but you are as the matter –
My lone love and my world to fight for.
Poems dead, and I'm here, still beheaded,
Find no words, but the silence returned,
Every line of my lie stays forever,
Every soul I've inspired will be burned.
Let me stop, let me see no more beauty, –
I am none, but a poet of past.
Long lost rose is to wilt as my youth will,
For these words ever meant to be last.
9, March
2016
Silent So Long
© Copyright: Максимов Александр Андреевич, 2016
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