Good job I fell asleep. Just after nine when drills
began their monotonous search.
I slept the whole day. As if submerged.
Didn’t dream anything concrete. Nothing
worth saving up. I woke when the sun was low.
Turned on the tv and locked myself in the bathroom
to listen from there to the raised voices.
Every day brings new destructions. I marvel
how all these people find energy to shout…
Author’s note:
Have you had enough? Don’t know what to do? Feel like nothing is really up to you? That things are going in the wrong direction, and you have no influence over anything? Nobody listens to you, while you have to listen to those whom you’d rather not hear at all? I assure you: this poet feels the same.