Sometimes I feel…

 By Nick Gurev

Sometimes I feel as ancient as the hills
Some other times as young as morning dew
One sunny day the soaring spirit wills
The next – by darkness my weak flesh subdued.

A hope is born with knowledge of its death
A laugh is a prelude to a cry
The first step of a new life leads to the last breath
Will there ever be another one like I?

The slightest happiness evokes impending doom
A glimpse of love reveals an ugly face of hate
The ray of joy is eclipsed by foreboding gloom
When will I get a reprieve from my cursed fate?

Somewhere deep in my body, death has made a nest
And there waits patiently its hour and its day
A heart imprisoned for a long time in my breast
Shall break its rusty cage and soon fly far away.