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Viktor Ilinets Poem
My little girl, with pony tails,
All dressed up since dawn,
No one understands,
What is going on?
Why you’re up already
There’s no school today
Let me sleep my baby
Go away and play
Up from dawn, all bothered
Looking so wound up
With glee and cheer in eyes
Spinning like a top
You got dressed up quickly
And cleaned up all your toys
Sitting here and waiting
For a slightest noise
With your eyebrows pointing
Towards your button nose,
Tears roll down your puffy cheeks
Like from a garden hose
Pacing so impatiently ,
Back and forth and then
Checking hands of my old clock
And then you start again
You jump! Your Up!
The door bell. Ring..
Those eyes, they say so much
They sing.
A smile. A kiss
“He’s here! He’s here!”
He lifts her up,
“My daddy!” “Dear!:
And as they leave behind the door,
With joy upon her face
How hard it is to realize
She only lives for Sundays
Copyright © Viktor Ilinets | Year Posted 2005
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Viktor Ilinets Poem
About sleep, without dreams
The thoughts inside
The soul. The heart
All this is tearing me apart
In a continuous circle
Of average, grey days
And of my soul
I don’t think in many ways
I run, I hurry, I'm not prudent.
Work, daughter, home, a college student.
I run so hard you’d think I’m mad.
My thought are not about that!
When it will end
When things begin improving
My life will start
And forward I’ll be moving.
When I was loved
When I could love
All troubles seemed to go above
Those moments gone
What’s left is pain
And bitterness of surprise
Is falling on my head like rain
My body’s young
My soul is winter
My bed is cold
My heart is old
Regret, pain and tears
Damaged me throughout the years
Where before were roses
Now an empty vessel poses
Flying and spinning
And obscuring light
There’s no where to go
I gave up my fight.
My dreams are like visits
When there I arrive
Where there’s no pain
You are asleep and you are ALIVE
Copyright © Viktor Ilinets | Year Posted 2005
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