At sleepless night I fall in a trap
Of heartbreaking dreary dreamed visions
And no way out seems to be found
Even by "losing your tail" like a lizard.
That trap is the Loneliness Cross
We, mortals, are destined to bear in depths of our souls
The demons of past keep you in their sharp claws
Till your tears and blood wholly slake their thirst.
At night the struggle against burning assault
Of past failures, delusions, mean malice
Asks its high price from repentant soul
While you are still more disarmed by the Silence.
How could you soothe the throbbing of heart
And slow down the inflamed bloodstream
When there is no one you could touch,
You could embrace and hold at your bosom?!
Natalia Polishchuk.
Translation from Arevy Shoh
June 2012. Riga.
Оригинал на русском языке http://www.stihi.ru/2012/06/12/3553