ABOUT A FAITH
Life-sunrise, I`ve been open-hearted child,
But, through the years, I covered all my inly...
Away, forever – gone these golden times,
When I believed in everything so simply...
I need to hide my feelings deep inside-
In this environ, where fades all the living...
To prove, to calculate, to verify,
And all the time try not to be deceived...
Here everyone thinks: all around are wolves,
And builds a jail-alike high lattice-fences.
Alienation scattered one from one-
So, close the door, and – latch, as well, your senses.
I wear a firm lock, alas, on my soul-
So that you knock before break to my inland.
How do I know: you really need a warm,
Or just to frolic with my covert secrets?
Close to the heart – it`s heavy cross of mine...
I feel, It`s hard to live with it our today...
But it`s much better – comprehend, what`s right,
Than frivolously wander on the surface.
How do you live, not trusting anyone?
Someone will ask – I`m ready to replay them:
Yes, I am not an erstwhile simpleton,
But never stop believe: It will get better.
Copyright © Nata Augustovskaya | Year Posted 2017