Road

    The endless rain fell down the day,
It’s left for me to fade away
Into the hole of mind astray
That swallows what I see,

The life has shown its ugly mud
With blurry pots of staining blood,
The wall of rain, it starts the flood,
The road’s getting free.


The twilight comes but still no dark,
The rain has masked a fading mark
Of the sun that gave a weakened spark
Before it all began,

The car has run its final pass
And now it lays, the twisted mass,
Of tangled metal, broken glass
And a body of a man.


His scattered things are overspread
Around the place, the soul is dead,
To house beloved the highway led
Until the fatal turn,

And as I see the wheels upside
And cabin smashed in water tide
I feel my soul is off tonight
And into black will burn.


She looks for headlights to appear,
She’s waiting miles away from here
With growing storm of inner tear
The slinking fear to feed,

Transparent water flows beside
The road and gleams with fluid light,
He’s lost his game with God tonight,
A victim of the speed.

                   1995 декабрь 31

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