Of broken string of days

Of broken string of days,
crosses in the almanac.
Extinguished a long time ago
the fire is in the fireplace.
Author curses his birth,
no head no tail,
no light tomorrow.
Broken fragments,
I can not glue the pot size.
Independence Day, it is something good.
Without food, the food in the queue,
stooped people
expect a small alms.
I will explore the crises,
from crisis to crisis,
depression, and more.
I am told,
I do not have the right to
to be sad.
It is danceable site
the tragic domestic mounds.