Enduring the laziest afternoon
Or busiest morning rush,
Evading the glare of yellow moon
Or chaising the sunset's flush,
The world's so uncertain, and sad, and gray,
The sky just too low to fly,
I needed therapy yesterday,
But is it too late to try?
Repulsed by the easiest, gentlest touch
And starving for pain instead,
The daemons are arguing far too much
Inside of my weary head.
I trodded for hours through heavy snow.
I have no idea why.
I needed therapy years ago,
But is it too late to try?
I've tried, for moments i came so close...
From wonderment to despair.
I've waisted my years of love on those
Who didn't deserve a hair.
The world is uncertain, and sad, and gray,
And definitly too much.
I needed therapy yesterday.
I finaly go tonight.
Therapy
© Copyright: Мария Любезнова, 2016
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