On my knees

I fall on my knees as my wings break.
A hollow within I carry,
and my faith has grown weak,
and yet my heart screams in desperation,
for I still want to believe in us.
A dying sun in the horizon casts what is left of its light,
and I cry, and I see forthcoming days plagued in solitude and sadness,
invaded by melancholy and tears,
and my thought, with no escape, give in to hopelessness.
I fall on my knees as I expose my bleeding heart,
the one that once was entwined to another one,
but has now been remorselessly denied any nocturnal rapture...any bliss
Once again I have fallen,
and with broken wings I try to elevate my spirit,
but all in vain...futile.
Shall this be the land and scenery I dwell, I do not know,
yet I know that shadows of cold pain are about to reside in me...live in me,
and the heart I possess will be buried, covered in ashes and be forgotten

RQ
Moscow
4/3/10