Your words of death remind me of the end:
Not final end but sorrowful beginning -
The end of you; and how could I pretend
To be alone and still appear living?
The words of death just mean that you are wise
And not afraid of the upcoming ending;
I may converse with them in my disguise
Of shock and fear, cheerfully pretending -
To be as wise and properly detach'd,
As needed of philosophers and sages;
Yet, heart starts hurting of the bleeding scratch:
With happy past, it's deadly scar'd of changes.
To live so long to see that you are gone
Is to become destroyed and undone.
09.01.2017
Your words of death remind me of the end
© Copyright: Валерия Ливина, 2017
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