15.03.2013
44, Tbilisi, Грузија
Sitting With Myself
Waiting for something,
i'm sitting with myself
and waiting
some words,
like sunset or sunrise,
like words that means changes,
changes in my life,
in my soul.
i'm sitting with myself
and think about god,
devil,
angels and
demons.
i think that one side must
finish this thoat,
finish
this poem,
like one day
goes to another
and never be the same
again.
but it never happens...
all is the same:
pain,
love,
anger,
hunger
and this poem,
that i'm writing,
is the copy of a copy
of last poem that i write in
2009.
i'm sitting with my self,
but another one does not speak
to me, - i think he is tired too...
i'm sitting with myself
and waiting
some words,
like sunset or sunrise,
like words that means changes,
changes in my life,
in my soul.
i'm sitting with myself
and think about god,
devil,
angels and
demons.
i think that one side must
finish this thoat,
finish
this poem,
like one day
goes to another
and never be the same
again.
but it never happens...
all is the same:
pain,
love,
anger,
hunger
and this poem,
that i'm writing,
is the copy of a copy
of last poem that i write in
2009.
i'm sitting with my self,
but another one does not speak
to me, - i think he is tired too...
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