Darkness
(18+)
You are 13 or 20 But none of this matters. There are problems in the family Maybe at school. And again my head is clogged. Scandal, divorce and the same quarrels. And again you withdraw into yourself. And it seems that you managed to come to terms, But still you're afraid to say For relatives, friends and maybe loved ones, How hard you can stand Scandal, divorce and the same quarrel. Sometimes we need to open up So that my head does not hurt. But now it has closed, gone into myself And did not achieve All that was waiting for you. Darkness comes and all the torment Everything fades into the background. Before you are only those references That made me believe in miracles. You wanted to grab hold of them But that will never come true. And life is leaving you. And all your family and friends Everyone remembers what you were During his lifetime himself.
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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Черничные пироги, молоко с мёдом. Приходи. Почитаю тебе стихи и раны замажу йодом. Буду исцелять поэтапно все твои трещинки и порезы, даже в твоё заледеневшее сердце, поверь мне, — смело полезу. Повір! Залізу без страху. Без жалю, не боячись. Бо наше розпалене вогнище змушує бути хоч чимось. І тільки не хвилюйся — ми не розчинимось. Ні одне у одному, ні у часі. Мы снова столкнёмся, неспособные противостоять этой связи. Истощенные, но в друг друге, нашедшие дом. Якщо не перше життя, то і не перший том. Не перший різновид мов у моїх віршах. Не найдёшь меня в жизни? Отыщешь во снах. За той дверью, где я нам в пирог добавляю чернику. Приходи. Мне одной без тебя здесь ужасно дико.
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