That flash of anger, resentment darkness ...

< Felix Komarov



That flash of anger, resentment darkness,
Spines of anger, fear, shadow
All this is perfectly evident
And it happens every day.
We will always be ready
The reasons to explain it,
Do not those people have got close,
Not so today went "zhist»
When a wave of emotion,
That lump in the throat, in the mind of a mess.
You shall and you him,
No rules, well, absolutely nothing.
One explodes with fireworks,
Another silent, clenching his fists ...
Each has its own measurement there,
But not about my poems.
For each flash lurking
Me no conscious thought.
There's a belief hid
And childhood is a true story.
Although it is just a fairy tale.
And if the passion subsided shaft,
It is manifest in part,
But it is necessary that you said,
Talked for itself, paper,
That word that lives inside.
Then it suddenly becomes thought
And it will be clear to the progress of thought.
As a theory, to the axiom,
It then will be able to reduce.
Like a ghost in a lonely house
There will be a fear, as the shadow of happiness.
And the reluctance uvidit
Basics of his world.
You want to kill yourself
So as not to see anything.
But this fear he is not omnipotent,
Do not you think it overshadows
Although the body straining wires
Writhes in pain ... you glad
To see what is hidden belief.
Not that the primary course,
At step exact a measure,
Otherwise, you will always jump.
Do not follow the mind a liar,
He wants to jump away from the pain,
Call it unnecessary to sleep.
Expose THEIR you the truth.
Sees his dislike of you.
His love to feel the thirst
And to find out the search for your call!

Only after, be subject -
WHO AM I?
Who is looking?
Who is calling?
Who disappeared?
Who lives?
Who was born and who dies?
This work everyday,
For stays of ecstasy,
When they spread the pain wall
and torn eyelids with the eyes.
Sometimes, all it is already clear
And you can see clearly why.
But his throat too tight iron grip
And one terrible night.
There are no masks, no events,
No mothers with fathers fault ...
Initial injury,
Being - not I,
Are subject to the mercy of one.