Archive for the ‘Устала’ Category

Ch 7, USA

I’m worn out, drained,

I’ve had enough…

When are you going to go back

to being

peripheral?

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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Sometimes… You’re sure of your brilliance,

scintillating wisdom obvious.

Sometimes… Banality tips the balance,

and you realize yourself an empty vessel,

drained by drudgery,

as you grope in the dark,

no hope …

… What chance light switch?

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Waves On Beach

Like a machine gun, relentless,

they keep coming.

Even things we like

become contemptible

when they’re relentless.

Like

time, Emails,

wave after wave,

endless repeat.

 

©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

 

 

 

 

 

Son

Is this some kind of realization,

a real-life manifestation

of a dream come true?

If so,

I want to go back to sleep.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

1 (Pain)

It was a long night

but not long enough,

unable to sleep,

mind racing,

injustice and pain,

until

too late.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Ge-Rus Road Closed, Snow

I’m functional, determinedly.

But gradually, and suddenly

I hit the wall,

so as to say,

I crash,

maybe avalanche.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

A long day.

I worked hard,

I did as expected

and directed.

It was a good day,

they tell me,

productive

and well done.

… My soul, alas,

laments:

the destructive.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Душа

 

Wearily,

I haul my ass to bed,

content, at least,

I am another step closer

to enlightenment.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat