Madam Conscience

Those screams at nights and sleepless nights,
In youth was given to you to beat,
Alas, it does not give you the right to lie,
To sharp your own and feelings of other's.

And fate of sad are not legal reason
To take on the vestments cynical kind.
And tedious heat and bitter cold languor
Won't be the reason to cherish resentment.

And there's no excuses to melted desires.
They won't be, in front of conscience sinner!
From consciousness pulls out confession
Will be like torments at gentle old years.

And slowly to throat laid siege hand
It will choke up till familiar sound.
With lady as such unknown the boredom,
If would be she drowned - so painful torturers!
If would be she strangled - but presses hypes!

Embraces are strong, not escape with debt;
And, even at step not departs from target.
And it will choke eternally, long.
As long as you only will sing a solo.

As shadow removes from every of step.
Turns to reality from selfish benefit.
There will be heard in silence of grave
The cries from crypts of family vertices.

#andrey_of_rus

Original text on Russian:
http://www.stihi.ru/2011/05/02/3695