Archive for the ‘Torture’ Category

Next thing I knew, I remember being on a plane,

long-haul flight,

a special kind of torture,

sardine can humanity,

all-pervasive drone.

My fellow passengers seemed to be enlivened and excited.

Bizarre…

*Juveniles*!

Why, oh why,

can’t they contain themselves?

Sit quiet and still,

headphones on

listening to Led Zeppelin,

zoned out,

like I

was trying to be.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

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Tired,

so tired.

Drained, sunk, mired.

Я чертовски устала…

Ya chertovski ustala…

But it’s Spring,

they tell me,

I should be feeling alive.

Alive?

Sigh!

Tired.

Disruption.

Time?

What Winter?

I realize, with chagrin, I didn’t get to hibernate,

I am the definition of perpetually disturbed.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Harsh words once spoken,

regardless of intention,

absorb into brain.

 

©ddr7hd

 

So tired, feeling.

So old, feeling.

So much exploited, dragged through the mud

and left for dead.

I need to sleep.

I *need* to sleep.

But how much life do I have left?

(How much I have missed!)

Can I afford the luxury of dreams?

Can I afford the poverty of dearth?

 

©ddr7hd

 

It’s late.

I stare at the Test Pattern,

pretty in a sense,

when quiet,

serene technology of the 20th Century.

But then

the deafening tone shrieks,

public service at work,

to make sure you turn the TV off,

except I can’t.

It’s stuck.

And I’m stuck.

The piercing repeats

and repeats,

dementedly,

demonically.

Wrong time, wrong place.

A special kind of torture.

I try to shield my ears,

to no avail.

Life, today.

 

©ddr7hd

 

Today,

the powers that be

decided to be…

educational,

perhaps,

or

sow yet more frustration…

Induced dementia…

Two channels:

one showed chess,

one fencing.

The switch on the set,

today,

allowed me to change between the two.

Frankly, I couldn’t decide,

(a bizarre kind of dilemma).

My mind numb,

confusing commentary,

I wanted to understand,

instead I felt dizzy.

Totally overcome.

And

I fell down.

 

©ddr7hd