Questions On My List Poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska

I am tired to pretend that
All is well on my land.
My heart is aching,
The last hope is breaking.

I am tired to hear the truth.
I loved you, it was forsooth.
I hate to hear the lies,
Try to find a compromise.

Only memories are in my treasury.
Thinking of you is my pleasury.
You were chasing for a fire-bird,
I memorized the words I’ve heard.

My fate doesn’t present me a king,
I don’t have a diamond ring.
Only real mismatches exist,
More questions are now on my list.

I can’t find the answers alone.
There is only a heartbreaking groan.
Breaking its flight my soul is falling down,
Now I am not afraid to be even a clown.