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The First Day After Doomsday

a poem

By Mescaline BrissetPublished about a month ago 1 min read
Photo by Jakob Cotton on Unsplash

On the first day,

They were all hushed and cautious,

Constructing a fresh realm from the ruins,

Left behind by past transgressions,

Rationalised by their own timidity,

Paralysed by inability to decide,

Across the divide.

I found solace in creating a new vision,

A vision of a life worth living,

Even though all the forces seemed to conspire against me.

Amidst a whirlwind of anxiety,

Feeling crippled and exhausted,

Courage and confidence are fading,

Lost in the depths of oblivion.

Has luck abandoned me or never existed?

Who will remember in a year's time?

Battered and bruised, my nerves

Refuse to carry on once more

“Align your body and soul

For the lurking challenges ahead

Shift the fortune

From good to bad and back!”

I suppose that's how

Reversal operates

Behind my back



Thank you for reading!

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Mescaline Brisset

if it doesn't come bursting out of you

in spite of everything,

don't do it.

unless it comes unasked out of your

heart and your mind and your mouth

and your gut,

don't do it.

so you want to be a writer? – Charles Bukowski

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