TELL ME / Poem by Natalia Govsha

Poem by Natalia Govsha
Tell me, tell,
my dearest Lazarus,
or is it the last time
I look at the azure sky,
embroidered with white lace,
and I’ll never smile
with my glamorous smile?
Or is it just the merciless lie
of those in power?
Their paradigm?
The paradox of truth.
Illusion is a glass surface,
beneath it – I and we are all
hostages of death.
And our life-breath,
given to us by the Highest Grace,
is in vain.
Regrettably I understand.
But in my end
I’d like to face the one
who dared to raise
his bloody hand
on my inviolable life.
©Natalia Govsha

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