In this bleak afternoon,
twenty minutes from the night or so,
it seems I've managed
a yet another betrayal;
as I shiver sipping coffee,
turning up the heat,
I have to wonder
couldn't the Fate
have chosen a better villain?
If only there would
be a caped hero, with
a mighty jaw and eyes blue
like a Mesolithic hunter-gatherer's,
all these lost, shattered souls
would have been saved
in one triumphant issue
after another.
09.12.2020
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