- Toys Of The Elder - Poem by Dmitriy Kokarev

The snowy powder in your tiny pocket
The little needle in your plastic purse
The round and colored pill inside your locket
The little things that get you through another night

You’re so depended on your toys
I find it quiet funny
It’s never sunny in your world of higher conscience
Yet you always come back satisfied and smiling

I envy your existence in pretend
It’s so much simpler, so much entertaining
Dogs can talk and people are all friendly
Take me in with you

I give into it completely
I sense the relief and the peace
I see it all from the third perspective
I see myself surrounded by all which I have always craved for

What’s this? Why am I falling?
It’s raining hard, I’m naked, exposed to torture and great ache
You never said there was a downside to all of this
You never said that I’ll be buried six feet under