Defector
By Artem Tregub

Written 2026-04-04 - 2026-04-13
I'd like to fly, but I will not.
My wings are stuck in the swamp.
They're stuck in the emptiness.
Who knew I'd be left penniless?
If only I could feel it again,
I have no one with.
It may be weird; I want to have
Someone I could miss.
Little did I notice the scars
'Till it got too late.
I want to see not me but us.
Staying under evening rain.
Spring won't give me warmth.
I must stop worrying about this.
Life is ruthless like an iron sword.
It's onerous to perceive without myths.
I saw you in my dream tonight.
As if it'd make my life better.
And I still remember your sight.
I'll remember it forever.
I was sad, and I was alive.
Now I'm emotionally numb.
I don't want to waste my life.
Because it's not an eternal ride.
Thanks to you, my dream,
I was on cloud nine.
It was like I was in a film.
Rarely do I feel so fine.
I mustn't remember the past.
In the era of oblivion it's a sin.
But I'm covered with rust.
So now I'mma defect to a fib.
April 4, 2026