Wounds, inflicted by reason – TB

17 Mar

Undress my stress.
Peel back the many layers of chip paper.
Why must I second-guess
The moves of the man with the sabre?
They tell me to travel West, to get away from it all,
To escape all this contempt and hatred.
Since I am no Machiavellian prince of greatness
I’ll remain where I am and talk with my Ukrainian neighbour.
I’ll tell him I’ve already invested too much
For me to run from the enemy invader.

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One Response to “Wounds, inflicted by reason – TB”

  1. Kenia Cris March 18, 2014 at 3:59 pm #

    I reallly appreciate the sounds of it. Also I see a root of weariness here, a pinch of nostalgia in the courage of standing by what one believes. I’ve told you a million times, I admire you a lot.

    Kiss.

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