I truly hope that this is my first and last poem in 2015
that may conjure up depression in your soft, fragile minds.
I don't have to do anything wrong to stay away,
I don't have to be bad anymore to lose my mates,
I don't need to look back into the past,
To know that the future is coming too fast.
No need to be jolly no need for a mourn,
We all die alone just the way we were born,
No time to be generous on feelings for a fool,
For someone like me, who is always see-through.
Trains coming and leaving, trains passing us by,
They are hurrying up leaving cold smell of night,
But we, soulless people, just running in front,
Naively hoping one of them will take us home.
We think that something else will make us something better,
And we will be special and we will matter,
Crossing the fingers for luck of eventuality,
Parting apart due to repulsion of personalities,
We’re making mistakes and we taste to regret it,
But conclusion is one; we spin the time in forgetting.
We are trying to fix it with a feeling of need,
But the opposite forces make us seal up the lid,
Intimidated by the solitariness inside,
We’re seeking for sanity or at least for the sign,
Defending ourselves by pushing others out of eyes,
We are stating we're good and you too have to be nice!
But there's nothing else but old trodden lines,
No need to divide what is your and what's mine.
Don’t look for a chance in the chain of an ice
Do not listen to those who are knocking the chimes,
Don’t tell anyone what we're seeing sometimes,
Especially when we are becoming ‘I'm’.
