The planet is flat
You froze on the verge
A matter of fact
Two abysses merge
Two abysses claim
And you comprehend
That "up" is the same as "down"
In the end
You stay on your feet
Still able to fight
But ready to split
The beautiful mind
Your hell is around - your only belief
Reality frowned as you tried to live
No shelter, no friend
No lucrative craft
The story is bland
And boring enough
Your foe is blessed
Your love is a tale
It's written, assessed
And put up for sale
So wishing to stop
That terrible mess
You murder your hope
To welcome your death
You look in the eyes
Of darkness and wait
It's rolling the dice
Deciding your fate
Now listen to me
The voice of your heart
You wanna be free
Get rid of the smart
Alas!
Who is sure if death can release?
Its face is obscure
A phantom to seize
But you do not hear
The reason I told
So tired of fear
You almost behold
Its marvelous smile
Its friendly embrace
Forgot for a while
Your goal on the earth
Not even forgot
You can not recall
How talking to God
Entrusting your soul
You wished to try
And saw it so clear
And knew: that is why
You need to be here
That aim could inspire
A million lives
So greatly desired
Beyond any lies
The image of love…
Your memory's blown
The abyss above
The abyss below
Your planet is flat
A spurious coin
If only you heard
That genuine call
If only you knew
That on the reverse
He's searching for you
And blessing your birth
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(St. Petersburg, July 25 2013)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poor defeated and lonely soul who has given up on life, please listen to your heart, there is someone out there who can be the source of your " reverse" . I'm running out of words to describe your poems.
Thank you, Chito!