A lost heart

A lost heart Live without a heart is impossible, but witness is a life This life lives without any human feeling and love encounter Is this a life? Only an old abandoned crumbling dusty theatre The stage is creaking, yellow eerie lights are on, and the red curtain opens Now the theatre is dark, all the lights off. Silence. A white circle of light on the stage on A man stands on the stage, on the proscenium in the light In the auditorium, beautiful ladies sit on the old chairs and just wait Waiting for the poem, a confession from this man, who is the real solitude A closed open heart, shy human being, who loves the world’s lady’s part. He recites his poem, and after it, he says: ‘Ladies! Thank you for visiting me in my soul, in this old cemetery and theatre. You can not see the fields of stone tombs around you, all are my another world. This evening is the time of the confession about personal suffering and life. Life is life. What kind of life? Everyone has a different life, what is fate or fate Yes, my ladies, you sometimes can not understand the man's life, men’s life We are suffering a lot, career, women, money, future, family, safety, and a lot more I am different, a single man. But why? It is not my mistake. Fearing of dark souls The fear of demonic ladies. It’s mine. I am a demon also. What do these ladies want? The suffering of men? But why? I am asking you. No answer. Hmm. Misandry? It’s that, but not all. I don’t live in their special media. I live in the Bible time, the time Satan said need to follow the ancient way. I do that. But the road is an empty lonely land Come to me, my love. A lady from the future, you can cover my suffering into our love In the cemetery we will meet, tomorrow is the time, still forever my heart asks and loving you Don’t be there. Waiting for you my heart. Come and see the tombs. The tombs of children All of them are ours. Your psychologists killed them. I love them and you. Always Yes, ladies Our life And our life Is so difficult. It’s not that Not Just read the old text Woman, be a mother Man, be a father There is the receipt Read the book. Yes, this is my opinion The world is distorted Start again or correct. Strong Loved you My love Your demon.