It's been three years since I've spent a night back in my home town.

There is a void in my chest, that is impossible to fill.

I don't think I can create anything anymore.

I am lost, you have to forgive me.

Наш

Slava Ukraini

I will always carry this love with me, no matter if it's known or not.

Memories of loss
Massive casualties
Never forgotten
#haiku

Tired,
No strength
To live
As one's should
When you're young.
Nothing lasts.
Spring is bad luck;
Dangerous days
Were there as a warning
To remember
To live.
Unheard of.
Ignored.
Forgotten.
Faded off,
Somewhere.
Closer to
The penultimate;
Flying off
Into the membrane
Of Entropy.

#coldpoetry