Endless Solitude

My cruel luck, filled with ruined desires

Where are you taking us

Wherefore gazing thus sick eyes

Are you taking us to sweet delights

Or to shattered deep caves?

There where is unknown even

The lie path of light!

There the howling dirges

Are mingled with
mortal pain

To burn up my years to ashes

There where will whistle the rough wind of the life

To pierce my soul with endless solitude

poem by Sossi Khachadourian
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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