Final Messages

It’s hell.

We just can’t do anything.

Goodbye, for the last time.

I want to close my eyes,

I hear people are doing that,

across the world.

I’m jealous of their trendy ways,

eyes closed, en vogue.

I’m running out of time.

We are still here.

Will I see her for another day?

I can’t simply surrender.

I want to hear myself breathing.

In and out, the air in no hurry,

me, in no hurry.

I hear the world is in no rush,

I would blame them,

but I simply don’t have the time.

They are hours away.

All streets are destroyed.

Don’t let them erase us. 


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9 thoughts on “Final Messages

  1. It’s probably inappropriate to call this beautiful. But it’s an image that also crossed my mind several times for the last five years. To picture images that feel unreal – positive or negative – is always hard. But you did. And putting it this way, it’s probably beautiful.

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