Sob
14 февраля 2025 г., 01:03
***
In a bed,
In our flat,
Now I follow
To my sorrow.
Be quiet,
Don't let
Flow down
Dewy-eyed.
Summer,
Summer,
Summer
Died away.
Humming,
Humming,
Humming
Now again.
A strangled sob
Escapes my throat.
I will be good,
But not my mood.
Wound hurts,
Heart pounds,
Blood gushes
Like acid.
Like I said:
«Please, just wait».
