Stages Of Life

Scorn, scream, tears,
Nothing except the fear.
I scold and despise myself,
My soul is mild, it will melt…

Pill, pillow, sleep.
Oblivion is like a whip
That hit my back night after night,
But I pretend- it’s all right…

Night, silence, dream,
Tale, calmness. Deep
Inside of me life is live,
And I can do everything!

Because passed over:

Scorn, scream, tears,
And even fear.
I scolded and despised myself,
My soul was mild, but did not melt…