I Was Always Sure.... Poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska

I was always sure that….
Tomorrow will come.
I’ve heard it from my mum.
That was in old days.
Today those bright rays
Happened to be in a haze.

Today I am a little bit confused.
My childish insurance is reduced.

I am not sure in tomorrow.
I thank God if it doesn’t bring me sorrow.
I’ve stopped looking for the truth.
What’s the use?
All around is only leis,
I can’t find any compromise.

Who can tell me how to live?
Who can tell me whom to believe?

I came to the conclusion and….
I think I am not an exclusion,
In this mad and crazy world.
This confusion hurled an invocation
To the reality of modern life:
Be happy! Do not strive!

I would love to live, to survive
I can see now: There is no use to dive as

You will not find anything on the bottom,
Only mud and silt,
You won’t find any balsam,
But only a feeling of a gilt.
Which was built today, but …not for tomorrow,
In absolutely different way.

The church bells are ringing, it’s good.
But…I am not singing, as …I am not understood.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 20th of December,2011