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7September 6, 2019 by petrujviljoen
dulled to the urgency of the day. the bag of blue pills, within easy reach, matches the colour of the smoke of the endless cigarettes. the burn in the throat and chest merely interesting. endless playing solitaire, blunting the despair.
speech as
a means to an end –
muted
haiku edited 23/9/2019
speech an
impediment
– struck mute
Power »
I feel the pain, please don’t let the pain win.
I won’t. 🙂
Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #9: Petru’s latest #haibun!
Thanks!
😇
Wow. A whole life in a few words. I see such a picture here.
Your piece reminds me of a Koan… questions without clear answers.