Retribution

Future demands a

Past and a present

We relieve ourself

Of the burden

That gives us such a pleasure

A surprise of change and bereavement

Through time that melts down and

Pressure together all layers

To something hardly visible

Still there present in its invisible

Personalisation of

What once was

Nightmare Territory

The day has turned into night

The evening was filled with

Frustration and fear

The options are few

When anxiety looms

At every conversation

When your friends

Becomes a foe

Again and again

Dysfunctional patterns

Repeating themselves forever and ever

In a very dull pattern

I will not save my self

But suffer, fail and die

As this is what I am supposed to do

Repeating generations of tragedy

The earth is black, the soil brown

Clay underneath and at the bottom

The hard solid rock

Agony Of The Bed

Another sleepless night

Waking up at three thirty

Thinking on what

Could or should be done

Thoughts and panic at

The same time

Making breading hard

And the walls in the room

Closes in on you

Like being buried

At the bottom

Of the sea

Only sleep will

Give relief

I Don’t Want To Go

The end is so near

I am not ready

To end it all

Just lost the meaning

To live

Have to find a new one

I know I am not

Good enough and

That is not really

Where I want to be

Opening

The soft white light of winter

Changes the perception

When tired and ill

Life passes by outside in

The afternoon

Waiting for the anxiety

To go away

Even though I know

This will not happen

Opening a window

To the world

What are we?

In our journey of finding ourself

We sometimes find our self in strange places

Like an old car or very bad bar

In the journey of the self

All of our efforts may be to no use

We don’t know

Still we try

Because the alternative is

Eternal dullness