Bell. Poem by Andrey Fisht

Sometimes feeling lonely
Sometimes feeling wrecked
Sometimes cries my soul
For things I can't forget.

Broken lives are precious
Empty minds are for vain
Sometimes words are treasures
To calm away my pain.

Words may destroy then
They may bring salvation
It's hard to make a wisdoms step
A step to new creation.

Sometimes feeling as the hell
As if it could be a bit better
As if a lonely soul's bell
Nothing else is doesn't matter.