Ekaterina Polischuk

(20.08.1987)

Friends...


My eyes are empty with your dreadful light,
They are just scared by your silent voice.
Your mind is closed, for my thoughts it is tight.
But I can say you should to make your choice.
My way is long and difficult could be.
You are alone with broken muggy past.
You are a slave but being almost free,
My way is full of changes, it`s not fast.
We`re looking now the happiness in life,
But it`s illusive if you nothing say,
I have a dream, you have a sharp knife
To kill your gloom… And in my mind to stay…
My path is still a big decisive task,
For me it means to keep my fate in hands,
For you it is to angels talker mask,
Now we`re alive and have become the friends.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 19, 2013

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  • Wahab Abdul (6/16/2013 12:21:00 PM)

    ''I have a dream, you have a sharp knife
    To kill your gloom… And in my mind to stay…'' the heart of the poem... i understand what is meant to understand in the poem...nice one, very good.. like it...10 (Report) Reply

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