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Martina Arbanas Poem
My "personal" apocalypse
I lost my dreams... Yesterday
I'm always losing things.. Little things
Deliberately,
but i blame you.
Tomorrow I will be soaked to the skin
because I love the taste of rain
or just
i hate colorful umbrellas
verbatim.
I feel in my own way... The world
I don't have a mechanical system in my head,
my fingers bleed when i cut myself
while cutting prejudices from my fingernails.
I never plan anything
that's why they say I don't understand... Life
and I don't know... (I need another cigarette)
Everything they say is "right"
sounds so wrong to me
but i blame you.
Flags mean nothing to me
because I don't believe in order
senseless system
which serves a radioactive breakfast,
but if that day ever comes
to believe...
That will be the beginning
my "personal" apocalypse
Copyright © Martina Arbanas | Year Posted 2023
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Martina Arbanas Poem
Blackout
In the darkness of the pupil
fragments of chaos float
like a life belt in a stormy sea
close enough
but at the same time
So far away
An eternal fight without a winner
Eyes never lie
Shadows sleep in them
and when I fall
and when I'm not in control
They are my home
But at this dead time of the night
Leaden clouds hide the moon
doing again
that Shadowhunter
feels like prey
When right became wrong
I do not know
There must be something in that darkness
Isn't that a twisted show
with long established roles,
They say "Fate" under their breath
When the sky is collapsing
they say
Better pray
Always the same..
BUT
You can't blame the blackout
what you don't know
what are you
Hunter or Hunting
Or both
Copyright © Martina Arbanas | Year Posted 2023
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