Archive for the ‘Страдание’ Category

6.16

Remembering Wien.

The saddest-happiest I’ve ever been.

Haunted by memories,

infinite bad dreams,

I walk by the river…

Cold winds

suppress my scream.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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Drpping Tap (RTL.Au)

The tap keeps dripping…

Relentless,

remorseless,

uncaring, it seems,

that with each additional drip,

it is stealing another piece of my life.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Dozhd, Okno

Another day, dull and suffocating,

where the only thing light

is the rain,

in between

heavy downpours.

Contradictions,

hard-luck

and compromises.

My soul bleeds.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Tumbleweed, Desert

Inspiration lost,

banality found,

welcome to “the real world”,

life on the ground.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

1. Ru, By

Sometimes, when we wake,

in golden moments of desperation,

we grasp, in mind fog,

trying to remember,

where and when we are,

what responsibilities loom,

hoping, perhaps,

miraculously

it’s yesterday.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Surgut, Storm Looms

Tired and forlorn,

every day seems

a perfect storm.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Towel Thrown In, Boxing Ring

On reflection, after the matter of fact,

I preferred it when, in ignorance and hope,

I thought that happiness,

and fulfilment of potential,

was still possible.

… Tomorrow,

I don’t feel inclined to try …

(Always someone’s waiting

to bring you down!)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Steel Mill

Was life so bad before, lost time and place,

to willingly sacrifice my

mind, body, soul and face

to this false god?

Bogus American dream.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Fetal Position 1

Desperately seeking security,

we embrace opportunities,

and perversities.

Deception we realize too late

as, gutted, we lie,

unmarked grave.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat