Landslides

Solitude

Comes like a landslide -

And while you lose your stability,

You slowly watch yourself drown

In numerous deeds, success and failures,

 

But you're alone.

It's not only the absence of messages

On your phone,

But also a feeling of disintegration,

Ambiguity, emptiness.

 

When you do your best

To climb the highest tree,

Solitude breaks in like a burglar

And ruins your world.

 

With a memory keen and active,

You can spend some time

Filing complaints,

But the world won't listen,

And you find yourself in a dark wood.

By the end of the road

People who used to be rebels and now are seen as heroes

Walk but they're not allowed to leave the capital,

And they have to go through

All sorts of checkups.

 

You don't believe anything but nature,

And while it plays with your memories,

You start recalling your past lives.

As if you're playing a game,

You tend to see overwhelmingly realistic details,

And you touch the sky that falls down on you,

You see the house you used to visit in one of your previous

Incarnations,

You feel the scent of the same perfume,

You keep editing the lines you used to write

A life before...

 

Your 'torture season'

Is over when you find yourself

Lonely and cold,

On the floor

And people think you're drunk.

They think it's your fault.

But it's even more complicated -

You're lying on the floor

In the outskirts of Kyiv

Because you know too much.

 

A season of suffering

Is over when you see your name

Among the winners of one more contest,

And you're no longer green with envy,

No longer tied up with red tape,

And no longer black and blue.

 

You are whitelisted again,

But your soul remembers the days of crisis

And the faces of those who betrayed you.

 

One more life,

One more journey,

One more book,

One more prayer -

And you'll be liberated.