In A Doze... Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

In a doze I drip the medicine -
May be it cure me?
I'm eating the tablets
In a space...
What is gnawing me?
What is destroying me, my self?
My body? The time?
The incorrect life being?
Where is then the correct one?
Who would say?
Who would show?
The only tablets...
The time had passed, and my body
Today - as in cage...
In the cage of regime...
In the cage so strange...
Is it any reason to be tormented?

This world - the world of motion...
e-motion...
Is so unstable... is circling...
Is turning round... spinning...

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In russian:
http: //www.stihi.ru/2012/04/21/10553