The road... only snow and wind
Not a soul around
I wander wildly into the winter evening
This is such restless leisure
Just a little escape
A worthless pathetic little man
No one needs him, no one cares about him
Serves it right for the old sinner
Nothing useful, no contribution
Just a bunch of meat and bones
So let the taiga become cool to me
Frees me from worldly passions
Because of me there are only troubles
One sadness and streams of tears
So let the sorrows of loved ones end
And I will forever go into the world of dreams
White pure snow, silence
I'll fall on my face and never get up again
This is freedom
I'll finally stop being a problem
Should I have been born
Not sure, but what difference does it make now?
I'll look into the firmament
I'll take one last breath before I go numb
YOU ARE READING
Poetic Midnight
PoetryJust poems written in midnight thinking (sometimes rhyme can be a bit unclear cause these versions are translations of my original ones on Russian)
