мне порою так больно от плоскости которая давит...

sometimes it hurts me so much from the plane
which crushes me
sometimes I really want to scream
from the start of a new day
I'm not alive and not dead - I froze
as if someone’s footage on the floor
telling you quietly: "I'm busy,"
I can’t believe myself
split personality into three
stratification of thought tight
I lie in parallel
stress - wall head
sometimes it makes me so sad
what I hear howls in the distance
lonely something basement
and save bullfinches in winter
these letters, these conditions
this old recorded account
lost in his own story
lost like a little wolf.
do not fit in, do not write out
don't disappear ...
don't close up, don't hide me
I'm breathing from something struggling
I walk from the fact that I am angry.
I want to forget to spoil
shut all the deadbolts in the night
to sit down and introduce myself
to ignite the extinct we
to save what is left in the gift
in the day presented to me with you.
so that the rest does not dissolve
like coffee in a disposable plastic
a cup.
Grishka. F.D.