I don't wanna listen to your hurt,
I don't wanna harken to your pain.
Every touch you're ever gonna make
Will distress my broken heart again.
Our souls are stained in mythic blood,
It looks like someone's relentless game.
But what am I? I've lost my heart,
Forgot my principles, my name...
I could predict and keeping track
Your every step and do the same.
Like a crazy fan who tried to attack
An angel's wings in a hurricane.
What can I do with the flame inside
That makes me feel so hugely ashamed?
I pray and gain my faith in God
I won't be murdered or blamed.
18th of October 2022
Anguish
© Copyright: Куаныш Есенов, 2022
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