everyone was told before
yesterday
all that’s gone
is better than
today —

                agony in the most common senses
                there are defences
                at every border
                there is the shouted order
                leave this place
                or you are gone —

during a lifetime
tomorrow feels always magical —

        futile is this life anyway
        when wars come closer
        tyrants grow in number
        we’ll always miss this blissful slumber
        when we were young —

a hurricane raves only inside of us
hush, hush, dear child
this is nothing but a storm
nothing you can touch
it can only touch you
walk through the storm
when you are in liverpool
and hold your breath
until the final whistle.

        © dominik alexander / 2023
        © Scozzy (image)