I need to sleep…

But my mind is racing,

full of injustices

swirling, contorting,

ugly perfidy,

enemies looming, sneering,

and I’m angry,

I want to fight.

Tormented and demented

in the middle of the night.

Life,

betrayed, it seems,

every step of the way.

Feeling so hard done by.

Beauty for ashes?

Where’s mine?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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