Archive for the ‘Vienna Calling’ Category

Some say that you only

actually value the moment

once it becomes a memory.

… Perhaps.

And maybe one day

I will look back on my current/past pain

and cry some more …

Internally,

always.

Naturally.

Yours,

sincerely…

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

In a fog,

nightmarish claustrophobic crush,

people seep

and deplete,

the marrow from my bones.

I want to collapse

but, know if I do,

I will be trampled to death.

… The excited travelers

know no depths.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

On my way back to Vienna, I had to stop in London,

precisely, the mega-city known as LHR.

After catching a bus and a train,

tired, so tired,

I was finally in the right terminal,

to wait.

Terminally, it seemed.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat