The Monster
Comment: “In one dark day!”
Darkness with grows from seed of loneliness
Loneliness with can be held by name of love
But there is no love in this beasts life
Only blank shell with this darkness inside
This monster is real, but You don’t see
Because now he plays role whose name is me
I am the monster with darkness inside
Why I am just shell with nothing inside?
Why can’t I feel?
I hope it’s not real!
(A. Bērziņš)
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