The Wall

Серафима Пронина
Restless thoughts-
Get some sleep.
It's a lot-
Hard to keep
To yourself
What belongs
To the shelf
With the songs.
Deep-blue shot-
Poisoned gun.
Look who fought-
Two for one.
Look who wins-
No one does.
By all means
It's a fuss.
Made-up sins-
Such a bluff...
What it brings?
Something rough?
No alert.
Not at all.
Unconcerned.
There's a Wall.
"Knock-knock-knock"...
Friend or foe?
Doors are locked.
But what for?