Complications In A Cold Climate. (AKA: The sound of dirt on a lowered coffin…)

Posted: 2016-06-28 in ©ddr7hd, Bleak, Blick!, Да, я понимаю, Haiku, Haiku x..., Nina (Subset), Polina, Zinaida

Respite in cocoon,

sanctuary, a darkened room,

handful of dirt falls.

 

Mustering a plan,

a way forward, improvement,

strength, perchance to grow.

 

Blink, my eyes open,

and I can’t see anything,

dirt falls, blinds my all.

 

Possibilities,

decimated by army,

humans and catches.

 

Toilet flushes hope,

lost in pipework and sewers,

Oh, the great things lost!

 

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