5 poems "Depression", "Poor guy", "Last romance", When "stormy", "Almost regret"
"Depression"There's a bottle.I'm sitting.There's such turmoil in my soul!I'm going to say something. To myself.Not someone else.…To tell someone now -Such hopelessness!It's better to close the door of the soul, Like the door of the Euroberlog.There are codes and locks everywhere.There are internets everywhere.And here... with a handshake...With a soul to...Well, no way!..And permissiveness is in use.Rejoice and kick!..But somehow, unfortunately, everyone's Soul is closed.So much so that it's time to bury.Moreover, without communion.... Why open a bottle If there are no communication souls?.."Poor guy"Sometimes I'm completely happy.Success is sometimes blindingly lonely, like an old meringue on a frozen steppe.Where, with an aged fortune, I can't gallop.Now, like a nag, Anyone is ready to catch and harness me.Humbling my meek disposition with a bridle, Anyone is ready for the creak of wheels.Hitting me with a whistling whip, Take out your manure On me..."The last romance" I'll sing to you, guitar, About my longing and sadness:That I've become so old that I have no powder, no steam, And sleeplessness at night.I'm living more and more useless.But I'm rich, oddly enough.:There is the past, there are songs, A lot of time, illnesses, And half a pocket of pills.I no longer notice That I am not being noticed.I don't get scolded, I'm not responsible for anything, They don't answer for me.The doctors don't like me any more, The children are in a hurry to grow old, They look at me more and more angrily, Waiting for me to die In order to squander my life.Well, the fact that he was a poet does not warm anyone so much in this world now.:In the trash! All poems with a portrait!..And - they forgot as soon as possible...When it "storms"There are storms and setbacks, and accidents in my troubled sea of life again - To the point of obvious panic, to the extreme, Even though the sailboat named Lyubov is strong.But the sails are not full of hope, And the steering wheel has lost its confidence, And the waves are standing up around the ignoramuses, And the compass suddenly did not show honesty.The mast bends dangerously with creaks, the sides crack dangerously under the impact of the waves.And it is clear here that the moans and sobs of circumstances will not beg for mercy.They are being carried, carried by underwater currents to the reefs, or to the blessed islands, And moralizing will not help here, When it is stormy, there is no reverence for words. "Almost regretful"Bitterly. Bitterly. Oh, yes, it's bitter!Live. Swearing at himself for everything.They rolled off the roller coaster, which means it was me.Well, why couldn't you sit still?Well, why couldn't you sleep?Well, what was flying there, Where did something "break"?Well, what was the point of being tired?Yes, with obstacles on the way?And the Eskimos were always dreaming of finding a way.The scent of anxiety tickled, Incomprehensible to the mind.Impassable roads–What were they for?..And, living a strange fate, He was fooling his brains By "chasing the fog for the smell of the taiga."And now, as a youngster:"Get on the GE and don't creak!Drop three pills into two holes and suck!" Real free porn movies https://exporntoons.net online porn USA, UK, AU, Europe.
