Loneliness

A white sheet of paper as a snow
I take in my hands every night
And the pen trembles in my fingers
But I can’t create any verse
In the paper in my hands in the working room
Everywhere is present pain for You.

In vain I’m trying to take you away from my verse
How you can be someone else love
And share your dreams with me
Suppressed memories of recent past
Old wounds tied up with new bandages
Everything reminds of You.

I should be back to loneliness
As a abandonated friend
Opened hand she awaits for me
And somewhere deep in the ruined dreams
Soul in a sea of sorrow is floating.