Some uncertain despair
Woke me up in the night.
T'was exhorting that fair
Would it be just if i'd
Sacrificed to what's deeper
Than my sins' garbage pit.
No reproach and no whipper
Could relieve me. Unlit
Was the room. Dim and raving
Were the spirits of mine.
Tracing back my own pathway
Did I seek to refine.
No reproach and no whipper
© Copyright: Мерсонян Яна, 2018
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