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Month: March 2021

Imagining

Published by Ondrej on March 16, 2021

I imagine what it would be like
to kiss you goodnight
to drive away your inner demons
and hope you might, you would
you could come and live alongside my dreams.

But oh yes you already do
Who am I to say—make yourself at home
but you don’t know, do you?

Whose home you’re at, this heavenly dome
to you is but an illusion
as I kiss your tender cheeks
frosty from the winter; this cold seduction
warms my heart—for that’s what I seek
my soul brimmed with trepidation
As I know not where to look nor what to speak
to search for you in the valley or on the highest peak?

What are you going to do?

Published by Ondrej on March 9, 2021


With age
comes the burden of experience;
of sorrow and loss
of joy and success
but it is there—
heavier, greater,
as time goes on.

As you grow old,
wiser and more stubborn
as you watch your parents
turn into frail children
and all those around
sail off to their own worlds.

You’re left on your own;
what are you going to do?

A day at the A&E

Published by Ondrej on March 6, 2021

You came home, face ashen
a distant, hazy gaze
poured milk into your bowl of cornflakes
two hours before midnight.

The day was tough; at the hospital
I cannot fathom what you saw
your face’s shapes only say so much
seeing the dark side of humanity
for much longer than anyone should.

Your head’s spinning as you plunge the cold soggy mixture in
its tasteless, devoid of emotion zest
the bleak colours staring back at you
echoing the bleak day that you are trying to leave behind.

Gathering your thoughts as you try to answer my questions
but I nor you cannot comprehend
the thrill, the horror, the shock, the blood, the screaming, the sutures, the caring colleagues who also acknowledged this was too much for them, let alone for you, a budding doctor.

I ask myself—as you probably do tonight
can you leave behind this horrid sight?

An empathy drought

Published by Ondrej on March 3, 2021

It’s often that we forget
all trapped in our self-focussed thoughts
that we’ve all got these endless churning brains, yet
we are experiencing empathy droughts.

Our lives are interlinked and poignantly connected
she thinks of me just as I think of her
just not with the same frequency—not that mattered
anyway our lives are all too busy a-fluster.

And in a way this is a refreshing thought; we
are all human, all fighting our own battles
(and that’s a saying that stuck with me)
it’s okay when our soul sometimes rattles.

You and I don’t even know who thinks of us
let it be Her with golden locks and sapphire eyes
let it be Him with his charming manly hocus pocus
so don’t be afraid and wait before thinking, wait before saying your goodbyes.