# Attempt to love

Дарина Юрьевна Татаринова

This visceral hurt, a wound that will not mend,

Lingers and hangs like shadow on my days.

My vital force, surrendered to its end,

Lost in the labyrinth of twisted ways.

I wish a tear would fall, a single drop,

To ease this burning dust behind my eyes.

I wish a quiet sleep, that would not stop,

Until the echo of my sorrow dies.

Ars Vivendi's pitiful reject

Born to wallow in the a melancholy

Why I dared for different expect

When I saw the writing on the wall and...

Must I linger, haunted, lost, and dead?

Perhaps oblivion will reach out a gentle hand

And I can only sing a song of sorrow.

How much can this poor heart endure, and beat?

How much more heartache can it hold inside?

Before it stills, surrendering defeat,

And all the light and warmth within will die?

How long to wait for darkness to descend,

Seal my eyesockets, let the suffering end?

How long until the darkness softly sighs,

And closes gently my unweeping eyes?

How much can anguish's weight the spirit bear?

How many wounds before the vessel breaks?

How long to wait, beyond all dark despair,

For sleep to come, for nothingness it makes?

I watch the days bleed slowly into night,

And bird, my soul, 's preparing for a flight