Max Fomitchev-Zamilov | Poetry and Prose

Максим Фомичёв-Замилов | Поэзия и проза

[Verse 1]
That feeling creeps in, clouds your mind,
A shadow whisper, cold and blind.
It twists and squirms inside your heart,
A restless ache that won’t depart.

It slithers slow through stomach deep,
A crawling dread that steals your sleep.
Something’s wrong, it hisses low—
Something’s broken here below.

[Chorus]
When people laugh and rivers flow,
When nature wakes and gardens grow—
If this is all God’s perfect plan,
If nothing’s wrong with beast or man…

Then what on earth is wrong with me?
Why can’t my soul just let it be?
Why does this darkness still remain,
A silent scream, a hidden pain?

Oh, what on earth is wrong with me?

[Verse 2]
Something’s wrong with all the world,
With hearts gone cold and banners furled.
Something’s wrong with skies and seas,
With roots of ancient, dying trees.

Is something wrong with God above?
Or has He turned from human love?
That feeling claws, it won’t release,
It robs your nights, it murders peace.

[Chorus]
When people laugh and rivers flow,
When nature wakes and gardens grow—
If this is all God’s perfect plan,
If nothing’s wrong with beast or man…

Then what on earth is wrong with me?
Why can’t my soul just let it be?
Why does this darkness still remain,
A silent scream, a hidden pain?

Oh, what on earth is wrong with me?

[Verse 3]
It lingers like a stubborn chain—
A quiet, constant, throbbing pain.
But tell me this, when all seems fine,
When stars still burn and clocks keep time.

[Chorus]
When people laugh and rivers flow,
When nature wakes and gardens grow—
If this is all God’s perfect plan,
If nothing’s wrong with beast or man…

Then what on earth is wrong with me?
Why can’t my soul just let it be?
Why does this darkness still remain,
A silent scream, a hidden pain?

Oh, what on earth is wrong with me?

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