Trying to focus
Picking up the lost
Thread that
I don’t have
And creating
A new one
Empty
Empty spaces
The mind has a lot of holes
A lot of places and things I don’t
Remember
Blank areas of the mind
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Strange Encounters
Evil is a strange quality
Seldom encountered
In every day life
Still always present
As a shadow or memory
From long time ago
Haunting you through the
Night into the light of the
Morning
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Errors
The night is long
Filled with errors
While the mind
Wanders around
Without sleeping or
Knowing what
To do
I wish I could sleep
Even for a few minuts
Forgetting the humiliation and
Sad moments of the day
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Anything
I do write
But I don’t
Understand
Anything
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Sun
The sun is still here
The days are longer
But without meaning
No answers are given
No questions asked
Just the cold wind
Touching your skin
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Patterns of Recognition
All those patterns
Trying to tell me
Who I am and
What I can do
Still not almighty rulers
Still some free will
Now and then
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Quick Movements
To create and become
Something sometimes
The quick movement
That hides what
I really Want to be
Finally I am here
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Fire
Lost and out of words
Anxiety runs high
Still I stay
Waiting to get burned
On the fire
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I
What am I?
Who am I?
I am not me
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