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p>Behind the glass

      Poetry

      Brian Sheldon

      © Brian Sheldon, 2024

      ISBN 978-5-0062-4304-0

      Created with Ridero smart publishing system

      ***

      It’s like I was made

      For all of you to speak.

      A little misunderstood.

      Slightly overshadowed by your pressure.

      But do not call to leave life with me.

      In my eyes you see only peace.

      A patchwork to cover the way

      And forget…

      And I will walk on it.

      In my dreams and thoughts all.

      I’m in this world for myself.

      ***

      Midnight light

      My thoughts will leave my delirium.

      I’ll remember our glances,

      I’ll take the keys, the outfits.

      I’ll decorate my head with a flower

      I’ll cover my world with the ceiling.

      I’ll let the wind carry me away

      To give answers to the light.

      I’ll hide in a dark book

      And let them scream about what they can’t see.

      When you’re done flipping through the pages.

      You’ll understand me now

      For I am alive…

      ***

      With chapped lips,

      With salty cheeks.

      I’ll finish it all illegally.

      There’s no truth in other people’s answers

      There’s no truth.

      The cold light

      Envelopes the body

      And sharp outlines.

      «To you, hello,

      As in a moment of farewell.

      Close your eyes

      And be silent

      Your train

      Waiting for you on your journey…

      ***

      In moments of smiles she called,

      And then sat sadly alone.

      Waiting for a cab, counting the minutes.

      I put out one by one, reliving the morning.

      I was so nostalgic with the lights…

      I’ve been waiting for a taxi, I’ve been counting the minutes.

      I used to run and believe in miracles.

      Now closing in,

      I don’t seem to be alive.

      Only in my own world

      In peace I was,

      But I let myself die.

      Drops of life of despair fall,

      I’ll be filled with pain

      And say goodbye.

      ***

      Whatever the pain is,

      I will go through it myself.

      Life’s answers.

      Alone with myself I’ll scream and sob

      But I won’t show it in the morning

      I’ll keep a box of wounds

      A box of wounds

      With a fuzzy smile I’ll open all the doors,

      And at night I’ll scream wildly in my bed

      I’ll walk on the roof of life

      And I’ll only dream of keeping myself safe

      So that I don’t lose all meaning

      To pick it up at the drop of a hat

      I will walk in the rain again,

      But this happiness is limitless.

      Don’t walk away from the days of life

      I have only you.

      ***

      And that’s what we all went through all this for?

      The minutes were senselessly lost

      And days, hours, forgotten as if…

      ***

      To walk and not to dissolve.

      To breathe and not be forgotten.

      To lose my thoughts.

      With a new pain in bed.

      Scraps, scraps!

      Sticks poked at us.

      How quickly to leave

      Not to call for a ghost.

      Wrapped in wires

      And cry again…

      There’s two of us left

      Who will we meet?

      Distance is meaningless.

      There’s no point in being bored

      ***

      There is no advice without a reason.

      A hundred girlfriends swirled that summer.

      Only you lost yourself.

      No question, who am I now?!

      Once again the details of life are hidden,

      Everyone cried, «You’re different!

      Pouring down your hot throat

      The remnants of what you remember when you’re alive.

      In the bulkhead, as in a play.

      Braided by dreams fluttering.

      sharpened all the things you loved

      Only my heart has already forgotten.

      ***

      We can’t hear each other,

      We have forgotten that we are breathing.

      And through the open windows

      I wanted to leave.

      I am broken myself,

      And it won’t be brave.

      I walk as if blind through life.

      Under the lonely moon,

      I’m always with her suffering.

      By the salt water

      I will open the dawns.

      By the seals of the forgotten

      I will only hear the advice

      To leave this world

      As if forgetting everything

      I’ll tell the emptiness!

      I miss the old me…

      ***

      Waiting, waiting

      I’ve been sketching

      My answer

      It’s the answer of an asshole.

      The vase is broken

      There’s water running down the glass

      Like salted blood

      All the things I didn’t burn

      I’ve never experienced

      The tenderness of fire

      No more wind

      The earth is full.

      ***

      I told you!

      That’s