My head feels cold inside,
my heart rises into my throat,
I feel ill, overwhelmed,
betrayed by life and family,
sensing, knowing
impending doom
soon to thunder downstairs.
(To be continued…
hopefully)
©SvetkaSamizdat
…
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My head feels cold inside,
my heart rises into my throat,
I feel ill, overwhelmed,
betrayed by life and family,
sensing, knowing
impending doom
soon to thunder downstairs.
(To be continued…
hopefully)
©SvetkaSamizdat
…
“It’s the end of the world,
if only you’ll embrace it,
accede,
submit,
receive the ease.”
…
The voice comes to her,
words in her head,
as she is about to sleep,
so exhausted,
depleted,
drained.
Outside the wind howls.
Inside her head throbs.
The prospect of an end,
tempting.
What hope, worldly redemption?
… She sleeps.
©SvetkaSamizdat
…
I remember when
(it seemed)
I had all the time in the world.
All the time in the world,
indeed,
until it ends.
(Childhood, time, the world…)
©SvetkaSamizdat
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