Hunch Poem by Lev Brekhman

Hunch



The most difficult game
Is being alone with yourself.
You like to think that you are tame,
But don't forget your raw nerve.
... Minutes flowing like ages,
Whispering sweet deadly songs.
You only can for sure presage,
That soon is the last gong.

Sunday, November 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: irony
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