Envy for the Never


It’s a mere little crack, somewhere close.
You don’t know how deep, how far it goes.
It pulls, moans, stretching as you breathe-
Infringing cold, like daggers unsheathe.
The blue of the chill congeals and spreads,
In thin, green veins, from extremes, inwards;
The blood rushes hot, struggling, gasping life
Red tears, dripping from the gap, battle to survive.
Shadows take over, blind, every thing comes crashing-
But in stubborn hope, that dying thing, goes on beating.

About Guria

An Artist in Science: A Misfit 'cause I choose to be one. "Whenever you find that you are on the side of the majority, it is time to reform" And a Maverick, because, I'm... umm... brilliant?
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2 Responses to Envy for the Never

  1. SG says:

    Beautiful poem. “But in stubborn hope, that dying thing, goes on beating.” No words to describe these words. Loss of words for me.

    I was going to write this reply to your comment on my post “Disgusting”. But I want to repeat here just in case you don’t have time to re-look at that post of mine.

    Guria, you are an out of the box thinker. You are brilliant. You are not only a maverick. You are also a trail-blazer. I agree Colin can be part of a country and protest. Thanks for pointing out that to me.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Guria says:

      I’ll definitely be getting back to your blog, and more. It’s good to see my favorite writers/blogging still at it… Me, I am trying to keep at writing/reading/blogging 🙂

      (Those adjectives, thank you…!!!)


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