Early morning

Open the door
as I roll out
the brutality starts.

Searing agonizing pain
invades
my consciousness.

Impossible to steer
my wheelchair
I crash into the door.

Nothing can help me
in my
excruciating blindness.

The low Swedish sun
has been waiting
in ambush.



Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2018-11-17 at 03:14

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