The name of mine is a Indifference

(рис. автора)


Sun is slowly going away.
 And it leaving this world with a win:
With it's heat it burnt out this day;
parched day on the ashes will scream.
At this time i will come here again.
 All these years i so loved to speak with it,
To leave my worries and leave my pain.
Near city there is the bottomless pit.

I'll come here exhausted like ghost.
The body has to be stronger to live.
Does not matter how much i could lost.
No one worry how much i will give.
I will sit at the edge of the pit.
Far behind sticky smog is going to fade.
In my head pain and anxioty fight till defeat.
Wind with sand lick my skin as a blade.

I came here to tell you: I am what i am.
Look at me: wounded beast against all.
Compromises for weak ones, you know it, my friend.
No one know what will next: step or fall.
I will never afford to myself run away.
The scars will lay on my skin as a map,
As reminder for me of the price which i pay
 for the free will - most precious gift wich i had.

(вспомнила о своем старом стихе http://www.stihi.ru/2012/03/15/10907
  и решила перевести...)