IT'S ALL ABOUT ME, ALWAYS, LIKE YOU SAY

At the edge of another catastrophe,

a chasm beneath my figurative

feet, yet others

on the crumbling edifice

waiting to fall -

not me, not me.

My cataclysms spare me

from being swept with

their consequences and victims.

I send others to their

doom, one mistake after another

turning into avalanche

to swept you away,

one by one,

and I myself left watching

on the edge of the chasm,

safe from the abyss

until it comes up,

reaches for me with

its talons of darkness

towering above.

26.08.2019