Where I am?

Розміщено 17-05-10 у розділі НавколоСлова.

Interesting question! When “life poetry” pretty sucks we often ask ourselves about meaning, moving, choosing, ending… But such essential questions are futile, unnecessary and meaningless.  I think lot’s of people are familiar with such jazz and can easily put into paper own depression quotes.  Here is short depressive sad poem:

Distant sunshine, please,
Absorb me, squeeze,
Show gracious lightness,
Hold me tight!
Allow to be Your part –
Let me inside,
Reveal the secret,
Show the key!
I wanna know the essence –
How to be?
The great eternal flaming Sun,
Tell me, clarify,
Throw down the dusky veil
And only say –
Who the fuck I am,
What the kind of man?
What the hell I play,
Where runs the way?

[18.05.08]

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