Solitude kills.

Моё личное стихо, кто занает английский- жду вашего мнения.

Solitude kills.
Amongst deaf silence in the middle rooms
At light by candle image looms.
Young girl stakes out twinkling blaze
With thoughts, wandering in maze.
Surrounded candle- bottle of wine and glass…
Stomps pain in grape drink solitary lass.
Her pensive glance as blue abyss
Her charming facial features,
has distorted diss…
***
First rays sun slide on marble table
And stopped on “nightmarish zabel”…
Three empty boxes from the tablets…
On bed… not touched white sheets and blankets.
***
Still sits young girl in easy chair,
Has frozen on her face despair…
She sits as “sleeping queen”,
But heartbeat never will begin.