Category : Poems

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I feel like an abandoned house.

  Those I received on the threshold,

Robbed my (valuables) things...

They stole everything.
 The walls of the house have only a broken bed,

 On the bed that my friends slept,

When they were sad.

But now, only my loneliness is resting over there.
Broken windows,

 A TV that no longer works, 

All were vandalized

 By the heartless ones. 
 Like after the war, 

Blood is still flowing,

 And I no longer have the strength

 To build my empire.  
In solitude, no one is looking for me, 

And those who visited me in wealth, 

Do not want to see me in poverty.  

:"Ha, ha, ha!" They laugh...
The wind hits the walls, I'm cold, 

And the pain makes me give in.  

I feel like an abandoned house,

 Among the wild dreams that ruined my life. 
I didn't think I would ever learn to die 

Before I could live in solitude. 

But this is the life I have to live 

From now so on!