Hello! Poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska

Hello, my dearest stranger

Who saw a danger in my red hair!

You ask about my life?

I just survive.

The ancient prophecy comes true:

The things I want I haven't got.

Oh, sorry, I forgot:

I feel so often loneliness

And feel sometimes bony-ness.

Yes, I am tired to live like that.

But........ should I regret?

I don't care a straw about your life,

I don't give a damn about your feelings.

Oh, sorry, those words were my healings.

But you behave like a fool

And play with edged tool.

You'll never understand

That I am really band

Though sometimes pretend

That I don't want to depend on anybody.

So, ... I am physical alive,

But just survive.

I can certainly exist

And just persist

If you insist I'll desist

From attempts to write

though for me it's a strike

Which I don't like.