One In My Lovely City
My city has refused me for ever.
It has refused to love me,
to help and care about me.
I hurry from the plane - to the plane,
from station - to station,
to darkness from darkness.
I run, tormenting myself with memories.
I run from troubles and fuss, and from myself.
I hurry and wind the bandages of streets on my soul.
but I find only paths into impasses and labyrinthes.
I must decide to shout or not to shout,
Now or then ...
...Fire burns in another's fireplace
And it heats that house -
not my house
Copyright © Dina Televitskaya | Year Posted 2007
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