Poems...

PAIN

A dull pain resides within me.
It aches, thank God…
Neither nicotine nor alcohol
can ease it anymore.

For an unknown number of days
it has possessed me, like a queen.
I have grown accustomed to it, I have become one with it,
with the dull pain somewhere on the left.

But at night, a cold sweat
burns my body in longing and sadness:
what if it simply passes
and leaves me forever?

here is another poem by my friend::rolleyes:

He loved it,
he dreamed of it,
but someone lived with it,
and someone just slept,
who it would love,
it decided for itself.
In attempts not to approach,
he went mad!
He went mad…

But, having taken a drink,
he acted like a thief –
he stole it
for a business conversation.
And there, in full view of everyone,
he sat next to it…
Having something in mind,
he looked at it!
He looked at it…

He cherished this,
and even forgot,
that someone lived with it,
that someone just slept,
and with whom it would be friends –
it decided for itself,
that he needed to somehow survive
and not go mad!
And not go mad…

But the day ended,
and night came,
the daytime nonsense
did not go away,
and a mosquito disturbed his sleep,
and in a half-dream he
mistook his nightmarish dream
for sleep!
He mistook it for sleep…

And in the nightmare he drank,
and he waited for something,
although someone lived with it,
and someone just slept,
and with whom to go for a walk
it decided for itself.
He somehow stopped waiting…
He somehow stopped waiting…
He somehow stopped waiting…

And he went mad.