A downright tragedy.

Bergwinds brought

water-laden clouds

the pre-spring sun

cannot yet dissolve

its powers yet to grow

with elongated days.

It lets us pace the same

known roads

with the same familiar

circle

at the same time of day

while I still use one crutch

to support my left leg

operated upon.

Since days her headaches

turned into an aggressive

attitude

swear words turned into

continual hate speech

she must have picked up

during the last election

campaign in the USA.

And all this being chained

together below one

bedsitter room’s roof

due to make out a living

from minimal social benefit.

All because of one lie

that came to the fore

at such advanced age

sticking together by the

skin of our teeth

after half a century.

It’s a downright tragedy.

 

zoltanzelan

ZJG-Poetry’17.

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