Ghost In The Woods - Poem by Alexander Povolotsky
We are naked and alone when we're not willfully born
And we are also alone when we die
And the same in between, every year on and on
No matter do laugh we or cry
How can I expect that I'll be understood
By your mind or by instinct of yours
When myself I feel lost in emotional wood
Where I am walking alone like a ghost
Where my jealousy fights with my faith and my trust
Where one part of me hopes that you love me in me, but another so painfully screams
That I'm just a placeholder in the world of your dreams
Unfulfilled by someone in your past!
When our bodies together are blending in one
Are you thinking of him, while keep holding me tight
Giving kindly to me what is his by his right
Who escaped from your hands on the run?
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