Habibullo-Eugene Kiselev

A Synopsis of my Life
2017-09-17 21:39:00 (UTC)

September 17th, 2017, Sunday, 09:39:00 p.m.

Yekaterinburg, Russia. GMT 05:00
Oh, today I after all wrote a really short poem in English notwithstanding my promises to never write poetry again which I have recently made to myself. The poem is called “Cancer”. I thought of the so-called “spirit cancer”, which I think I have now. This is kind of an allegorical representation of my permanent state of depression. Hence the feeling of despair, forlornness, desperation, apprehension and so forth. This may seem to be asinine and ridiculous, but those who think so have never been in my shoes. I am losing courage and boldness; I am becoming a coward, a chicken, a yellow-bellied craven dastard! Nothing can hearten me or cheer me up. This is simply because I have no opportunities to find the way out of Russia. This is what troubles and upsets me most of all now.




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