I’m standing on the abyss’s edge
Letting the birds outta cage,
And next is my turn to fly
But in direction opposite to sky

Not used to living in this new age,
Just can’t start a new life’s page,
And have a conflict in my mind
Trying to understang: who am I?

I feel myself like on the stage,
Like I’m not real, and it’s strange
Can’t find a place for me in life,
All my attempts result in self-denial…

Tags: poem, набросок, стихи, творчество

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