Lost
Lost
(Original Poetry)
"In reality nobody knows about me, among infinite paths of solitude even I don't know where I am..."
Lost,
among paths of oblivion
all that I was,
it is difficult to bring it back
over me
in the deepest,
like a candle consumes me
Slowly,
the light is lost
and I lose myself in it,
with closed eyes
There are beings
with whom you can talk,
manifesto of art
bend the sensory
friend of death,
I know, what it is to be alive!
He, he sees beyond the present...
Like that time,
when the purple blossom was bent down
and the exterminating angel
in his words evoked
Lost,
hopelessly
for being chosen
to bear witness to the infinite...
I'll tell you what I've seen;
though one of two
will be misunderstood
It is good to live
tied to hope,
to open your eyes,
to think that you were asleep
But this changing world
offers the form that is least convenient,
just look up
you'll know I'm lost
while everything goes dark...
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2021
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