Archive for the ‘Alone, At Sea…’ Category

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Melancholy pervades today’s celebration.

Constant fragility.

Memories of yesterday,

betrayal and pain,

shaping tomorrow.

What hope?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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I felt the need,

compelled,

by something beyond words

or “common sense”,

laws, societal reason

or public interests.

Indeed,

this is personal

and,

as such,

it is all important

and inexplicable to others.

Today, I continued breathing.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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I may have known the answer,

but that was yesterday.

Today I am confused and overcome

by feelings of futility.

I therefore try to forget the question

and its implications,

burdens I cannot now take.

… Inside,

I walk away.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Ocean, Immense & Bleak

I’m drowning.

Seriously,

it’s taking all my effort to tread water,

to survive.

And you, my loved one,

are more concerned about $1.30,

a triviality.

This is what it means to be human?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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Everybody but me

seems intrinsically happy,

satisfied,

moods improved by sunshine and warmth.

This apparent reality depresses me even more,

isolated,

feeling nauseous to the core,

violated.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Mirny

Emptiness,

when you realize you’re all alone in this world.

Vulnerable,

despite your best endeavours

to make connections.

Loneliness,

when you need someone to help,

but no reply, no hand to caress.

All that remains is an

empty hole,

a laxative for the soul.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

You reach out,

one way or another,

as best you can, here and now.

And in the resultant emptiness

you are reminded

how alone

and lost at sea

we actually are

(whether you realize it or not).

Happy New Year…

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Under siege from every angle,

*they* demand constant fight.

I revolt

by giving up,

moving to another realm…

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Despair_ Devushka. Alone in Rain. Sea (or Flood)

 

We’re clutching at straws.

Every day the freaking same!

Hope springs eternal.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Suzie Washington 2

 

The orphan smiles to herself,

thankful for her situation

(much as it often hurts).

She remembers life in a family:

dictates, demands, compromises,

pain, lies, perfidy.

Now,

she is relatively free.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat