Sonnet 2 Poem by Pavel Zernov

Amidst the common, everyday existence,
I hear the words, that keep this world alive:
I hear it vaguely and apart, at distance
Of my breath. Words cut me as a knife,

They ask me in a very simple manner
To be detached and joyous, strong and bold,
Be patient, but to bear my glory banner...
I try to put this quiet call on hold.

To save my mind, please - nothing else but silence,
The stillness, that bestowed by the time.
To be serene - it's truly just a science.
To thirst for deafness 's really not a crime.

I don't intend to drain the bitter cup.
So world, I kindly beg you, please shut up!