About a Treason

Once I woke up to see this world
And tried to get everything I could:
The air, sky, meaning of God and sole,
And how to make properly my own road.

Every minute, day and year
I walk among other men.
It may be funny, it may be sad
When I stumble upon them.
What is it: truth or lies -
When, standing under dirty rain,
My hands are covered with its dust
And boredom's in the heart again?

The eyes look through the mirror,
And I see the world with different view.
Here the voices from all sides appear -
The voices of people I never knew.

Beautiful patterns of the words
Somebody's lips granted to me.
About love they brilliantly talked,
But such a love deceived my dream.

And all splendid withered.
I wasn't told but why.
Love was ruined by some black wizard.
Again the faces came and then went by.

My friend was very kind to me
And granted me devotion.
I shared all my dreams with him.
I didn't take the caution.

He knew that I was just a little better.
He went away, in jealous – to him it didn't matter.
And everything became so harsh and grey,
And so, I wept for the friend and the lost day.

It is so dark. What else that I can stand?
Is there anyone who sees the sky?
It is so difficult to understand...
I know - because of loneliness a man can die.

If only one could know:
It is so sad without love.
It's time another way to follow.
And something good it's time to find.

I stand at the crossing of different fates.
I feel the wind from four world's sides.
I hope that never shall forget:
New love and friendship can revive.





Poetry by Alla Antares
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Written on 2008-06-21 at 22:09

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