Archive for the ‘Broken’ Category

Broken 3

Seized with terror,

sickened inside,

as I’m reminded (yet again!)

of my isolation

and fragility,

in the face of constant struggle,

total futility.

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus…

I’m tired of fighting!

 

(To be continued…)

               

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Kaspar Hauser 1

Wannabe, craving family,

will do whatever’s necessary …

At the end (and beginning) of the day,

we all need to be loved unconditionally.

Alas, so often this gets perverted,

sullied and torn,

exploited.

 

(To be continued…)

               

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Wonder Wm chloroformed & kidnapped

“Living the Dream”?

Where I thought I wanted to be,

but it’s not what it should have been.

It’s been bruised and spattered,

descrated and shattered.

People and situations, systems and forces

have intervened.

And it’s gone,

like a hazy morning dream

gets forgotten on waking.

Living the dream?

It’s a real nightmare!

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Broken 3

I do, but I don’t.

I will, but I won’t.

Conflicted and afflicted,

do you think I like being this way?

 

©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

 

 

 

 

 

1

Careful,

so careful.

Doing things the right way, loving and protecting,

caressing.

All for naught,

as some motherfucker in a ludicrously big van

careens carelessly, thoughtlessly, selfishly

into your frame and smashes

everything

into jagged pieces.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

1.16

It’s only a small window,

they tell you,

and it’s closing.

You walk away,

come back tomorrow,

you see the window is closed, yes,

but also smashed,

shards of broken glass.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

It breaks my heart,

the pain and frustration,

which people, place and circumstance

have forced us into.

Like Chinese water torture, drop by drop,

wearing us away,

lies and deceptions drain,

our blood,

our will,

systems and conspiracies destroy.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

1.16

Incomplete fragments,

though frustrating,

are the best,

for,

in them

is hope …

possibility.

(You don’t know how broken I feel!)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Chasy-slomanniy

Gradually,

slowly,

painstakingly,

forwards,

backwards,

footsteps.

In life’s serpentine cycle,

as months and years pass,

dissolving,

time comes to have little meaning.

Ultimately,

all clocks stop.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat