Freeze

Mark Pol
3 min readJun 4, 2024
Freeze

The approaching doom makes me shiver, as if spring suddenly turns to winter. Doom creeps past me and makes my blood almost freeze.

I would like to freeze the world. Want to put all the badness in the freezer forever. Only the good, however dull, I would not want to freeze.

Doom squeezes my ratio to a pulp. I want to escape, but the force of the oozing ratio confuses me. The sky turns dark, as if an impending thunderstorm is approaching. The birds fall silent. Life in the city stiffens. In addition, a frenzy of stupidity and indoctrination roams the land. The black sheep has been found again and is trying to escape the frenzy.

I try to catch the badness, but because of her strength and speed, I do not succeed. My hands are not fast and powerful enough. It laughs at me with a terrible false smile. It escapes. I run after it. I can only see it disappearing.

It has nestled in dictators and tyrants. In right-wing extremist thought. It is like water, flowing through all layers of society on this earth.

I will not be deterred and put the goodness to lure the bad. The goodness is always the bait and is almost always lost in prisons, torture and executions.

Man of our time faces the ultimate choice: choose the bad and plunge himself into an unfathomable abyss or choose the good and secure man’s future.

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Mark Pol

I am an artist:painter. I paint and draw. Its a kind of figurative surrealism. www.saatchiart.com/markpol