Proud
Oh, really, it’s so unfair If only I could justify myself What have I done? And what have you seen? Why did you suspect me of every sin? I never gave you the air You saw me leaving, it’s true I thrust my way for so long and lost I’ve changed my place, returned to my past And finished the game for it can not last I didn’t escape from you I used to walk through your life Without a trace, an invisible being You tell them about my daily routine You cry when I fall, applaud if I win… Unreal to come to light Forborne with the time it took I followed your steps in withering sands I crossed your way in alien lands The closer I come the further you stand The more disappointed you look But now I step aside Too much for my hope, and I look away I forced every door, any trick I tried Wherever I look – never catch your eye I’m sorry, if you are blind I heard that you call me proud Sometimes I merely wish I could fly But someone has bound me to shoulder the sky He’s kicking my knees and wondering why Its dome is crashing so loud 22/07/2013 .
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Gale
I'm not an experienced poet. I'm not a competent critic. Obviously I'm just someone, who needs to pour out his heart. I've chosen this way, or maybe it has chosen me. I write in English not so long. The most of my poems were written during last...
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