February sun

I'm broken

Lost behind the threadbare curtain

The lord star was one constant friend

A lone tsar as my torture, bitterly extends

What wraps me now, protects me?

The thinnest, crumpled, worn-out paper

Oh! sadness in this endless night

When eyes close and only hatred fights

This life, this world, this planetary show

Such tragedy - despair in sickly, mocking tone

But worse! the heavy, sombre presence past disdain

All future patched-grotesque through seeping pains