The Louse

Quitting yesterday for tomorrow,
Living for a moment right now,
Gambling for the next - free and raw,
Al the shapes of past bent in sorrow…
Only what is verbally covered
Could avoid the passionate flame,
Could escape the burning in pain…
Older feelings brutally murdered.
Newer passions bravely applaused-
Newer passions make you a hero,
Older feelings turned into zero,
Being read and eaten by louse)))