Archive for the ‘La désenchantée’ Category

I wait for a smile,

some hope.

… I get nothing

but hurt.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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I used to have something

but now I am spent,

empty,

hollow,

bitter,

asunder rent.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Sick joke.

After the deluge, flood,

gut-wrenching damage,

heart-broken people,

sunshine has the temerity to break through,

shine.

I grimace in the glare.

What solace?

Perverted grace.

Salt.

… Mockery and farce.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

People,

the ultimate pawns.

Atomized

or collectivized,

deluded, denuded,

used,

despoiled, destroyed.

Pawns.

People:

expendable,

broken toys.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Public privations…

humiliate,

frustrate,

desecrate

(the soul,

and everything that could be beautiful).

I close my eyes and try to think of something else as I crouch over the bucket. But the guards’ jeering laughter is hard to ignore.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

“Kindness is free. Compassion costs nothing.”

“Give and receive…”

Indeed,

that’s the way it should be,

but, sadly,

reality bites and I disagree.

… Whilst I understand the sentiment

and I’d like to believe

(the world a better place),

experience, oh so bitter,

tells me otherwise.

People, give them an inch,

will suck you dry.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Strange.

I don’t normally hear other prisoners’ voices,

but today I keep hearing one voice,

in turn desperate and defiant,

chanting: “Demokratiya”.

Which is to say “Democracy”.

Which is to say, from where I stand, lie, sit and shit, inside this prison cell, very overrated.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Last night’s prayer.

This morning’s forgotten dream.

Today’s nightmare.

Tomorrow’s sorrow.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Slavery,

Exploitation,

Death.

Exposed,

in the hash light

of the dark side of the Moon.

My beautiful swan-like neck

is of little effect.

 

©ddr7hd

 

Une monde sans pitié,

l’univers de la désenchantée.

 

©ddr7hd