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A Voice In the Wildness

I hate and I love.
How much I hunger
for the days when I was younger,
for the days when  I was really free,
for the days when I was a real me.
And what is happening now?
Has the world turned upside down?
I do not say any more “Wow!”
Nothing surprises me.
I can only realize
this horrible situation
with discomfort and even frustration.
Am I on another stage?
Is it connected with my age?
I don’t think so.
I can see today the youth
who can’t find the truth.
Isn’t it strange that
having two higher educations
I am on the edge of starvation?
Isn’t it strange that
having worked all my life
I have to think how to survive?
No one cares about my life,
no one worries if I should live or die.
I hate those unfair rules
which were proclaimed for the fools.
I love my motherland,
but the life here I can’t withstand.
I forgot the word “hurray”.
That was another day.
My future is unpredictable as weather.
I am like a feather,
don’t know where to fly.
It seems all is a lie.
I don’t know where this time the wind will blow.
Where is my spirits flow?
I don’t know how to live,
I don’t know whom to believe.
The world has greatly changed.
For someone it’s not strange.
It’s only strange that I am still alive
and  have to think how to survive.
Who will tell me what to do?
Should I be true with those who cheat,
with those who treat 
me and others as a toy?
They are very much annoyed
to listen to the truth,
but they are not confused
to rob, to demand,
to occupy my motherland.
They even use God’s name
as a cover for their crimes.
They do not hear the church bells chimes,
they only hear their own voice,
leaving the majority with no choice.
My voice is crying in the wildness.
Forgetting about gladness
I have to know sadness,
to learn the rules of a new dirty game.
Isn’t it the biggest shame?
I have no more strength to fight
but only to wait for the light
at the end of that tunnel,
in other words: for my funeral.
Where is the way out?
It looks as there is only one: to pray,
to calm my soul for another stay.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

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  1. Date: 11/4/2012 1:45:00 PM
    It's such a pity that humans can no longer rely on other humans... moving poem... Terry

    Rzhepishevska Avatar Larisa Rzhepishevska
    Date: 11/4/2012 2:28:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Thank you, Terry for the comment. Much appreciated. With warmest wishes, Larisa
  1. Date: 11/4/2012 1:43:00 PM
    ttta wonderful overlook poem well written and fully understood thank you for sharing

  1. Date: 11/4/2012 1:42:00 PM
    a wonderful overlook poem well written and fully understood thank you for sharing

    Rzhepishevska Avatar Larisa Rzhepishevska
    Date: 11/4/2012 2:25:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Thank you, dear Annie. With warmest wishes, Larisa