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Stressed

Questions

for which there are no good answers…

Everyday compromises…

You try to quiet the voices in your mind,

your soul,

they are pleading for something higher.

You convince yourself

(for the sake of sanity and “survival”)

that this living hell

is normal.

 

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Forest Fire

The death of a loved one,

so traumatic, I’ll never forget,

and always regret,

the torrent

of destruction that followed.

Unholy purgatory,

minions of hell,

perverted concepts of revenge.

All so unnecessary,

curse and theft,

it breaks my heart

perpetually.

Life amongst the living dead,

alas, selfish,

perfidious clan.

Goodbye.

 

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Headache, Drinking Tea, Utro_

Fuck you and your panic attack!

… The future?

Screw that fear!

Today and yesterday, are and were

bad enough here.

 

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testing-teeth-in-an-islamic-slave-market

If ever she says:

“I’m proud of you.”

It will be tinged

with the sadness of knowing,

for me,

it is not true.

 

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Foto Album 1

My life, my memories, my agonies.

All things past, today seem farce.

Flashbacks,

yesterday’s gladness,

now sadness.

Pain and betrayal cast a shadow over all…

I regret every wasted effort,

every unprotected breath.

 

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1 (Pain)

It was a long night

but not long enough,

unable to sleep,

mind racing,

injustice and pain,

until

too late.

 

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Stressed & Depressed

Always some new expectation,

deadline, complication,

guilt-trip obligation,

pressure

(to put you under condemnation).

This is what you live for?

 

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Black Hole

Climate change?

Who gives a shit?

“We’re all gonna die!”

(Tonight on PBS: Black Hole Apocalypse…)

 

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Wm covers ears, abuse (k1news.ru, opensource)

Shut your eyes,

block your ears,

hold your nose…

Things we wish we did not know!

Nausea, repulsion, abhorrence,

detestable human condition,

hateful people, pain.

In our lives we have a gutful,

no wonder, ultimately,

we acquiesce

to death.

 

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Earth, Dry, Cracked

Sometimes,

many times,

you know that, really, you don’t want to know.

Knowing is a burden,

a form of responsibility you don’t need or want,

yet you are drawn in,

compulsively,

destructively,

fear of missing out,

banality,

written on your tombstone.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat