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All Dirty Plates Are Left In Kitchen

Poetry By: Natalie Fay
Poetry



It's a story about people parting and about what is left after parting


Submitted:Jan 13, 2014    Reads: 2    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


All dirty plates are left in kitchen
There's only silence in the hall.
And tale, that marvels really happen,
Is just forgotten. Once for all.

There's nought more hopeless and severe
Than those words "Once and for all"
Although I used to be believer
That I would cheat all woes and falls.

I died so many times, I fuddled,
I cried my curses to the clouds
"Why?" "How all that happened?"
And knocked the walls with fists and shouts.

Pain tears my vessels, outfits them
Mask smile on face imprints like torch
All dirty plates are left in kitchen
And someone's tears are left front porch

Автор оригинального стихотворения Дмитрий Бирман

Осталась грязная посуда,
в затихшем доме пустота,
а сказка, что свершится чудо,
давно забыта. Навсегда.

Нет безысходнее и злее,
чем это слово «навсегда»…
А я когда-то тоже верил,
что стороной пройдет беда.

Я умирал и пил безбожно,
кричал проклятья облакам:
«Зачем же? Разве ж это можно?!»
И бил стеной по кулакам.

Боль разрывает вкровь сосуды,
улыбка маской на лице…
Осталась грязная посуда
и чьи-то слезы на крыльце.





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