Цикл второй. Акропосвящение-4.
Mind you, it's been two years I'm dead.
Yes, walking, talking dead, but does it count?..
Being dead is easier than being alive.
Erasing grief, what are we cutting out?..
Still memories leak in, they root and thrive,
The pain retells itself and mocks about.
Find me the moment to revive my rage,
Return my wounded hope to stand its ground.
I asked for one more miracle those days...
Enough not being! I want to live and age,
Not fearing the loss, that monstrous hound,
Despite its marks on my newfound ways.
So going through the darkness, full of dread,
Hold on, my soul, don't lose your guiding thread...
09.10.2020
начало цикла тут:
http://stihi.ru/2015/07/03/9796
http://stihi.ru/2017/04/10/12246
https://z-u.livejournal.com/353307.html
Yes, walking, talking dead, but does it count?..
Being dead is easier than being alive.
Erasing grief, what are we cutting out?..
Still memories leak in, they root and thrive,
The pain retells itself and mocks about.
Find me the moment to revive my rage,
Return my wounded hope to stand its ground.
I asked for one more miracle those days...
Enough not being! I want to live and age,
Not fearing the loss, that monstrous hound,
Despite its marks on my newfound ways.
So going through the darkness, full of dread,
Hold on, my soul, don't lose your guiding thread...
09.10.2020
начало цикла тут:
http://stihi.ru/2015/07/03/9796
http://stihi.ru/2017/04/10/12246
https://z-u.livejournal.com/353307.html