A Place To Rest The Mind
Prepare for battle, confrontation
To start allover again
Find friends and lovers
New work, new house
I just don’t feel like it
All that energy
To pretend to be something
Other than myself
Playing all those games
We need to get through
Life is tiresome
We met at noon
To settle the score
To deal with it all
Lovers disaster couple
We should never
Have met
In the first place
Sleeping with tigers
Gives no peace of mind
Moving the worrisome
Burden of being a man
Into a fake battle
Between women and men
Young and old
There is no place
For solidarity and caring
Or Sharing no no no
Only take and steel
Plunder and destroy
Society will scream
With joy
The world belongs to the
Narcissistic thief
To his and her relief
The honest man will
Always be punished
The good man lose
You just have to choose
Live or lose
Perceiving threats
From everywhere
There are no safe places
Not even the inner self
Is without betrayal
And lies
I have to hide from my self
Hide from everything
Still staying alive in
This world somehow
Frozen in time
The handshake of the old man
And the
Cold sympathy of the perpetrator
For his abused victim
That cannot protect
Themselves
Repeating the eternal cycle
But that is not the whole
Story
This is like living in hell
This is hell
Welcome
Welcome to the slow death
Between clean sheets and blackened windows
Welcome to die my friend
Here you will not by war
Only by the war in the mind
Here it does not matter
Here you do not matter
Here nothing is important
Except
Safety, security, profit
For the wealthy
Here we found the solution
To everything
But never mind
Welcome to white hell of the north
Were the sun loses its heat
And the hope is deep frozen
Welcome to our emotional tundra
Forever and ever
This will not change
Never mind the summer
Or the heat wave
We conquer the human mind
We have all the answers
Welcome to our pleasant hell
In the north
We are so good here
We do everything right by the book
Here in Hellville
I just don’t know
I just can’t tell
The difference
Living with someone
That makes you lose
Your mind in the deep blue dawn consciousness
A Saturday afternoon in January
Slowly losing your consciousness, your clothes,
Your things, your money and eventually your life
Fighting and losing all the time
Finally you see this as
Interpretations of reality
Am I mentally ill or
In a situation where I lost perception of reality
My ability to say no, to feel
And know what I feel
All that stress makes me crazy
But is it in me or around me
Where do I end and she starts?
Everyday I have to do this, this and this
Because she is so stressed reading the newspaper in sofa for a far to long time
She is not able to deal with everyday life of cleaning, making food, planing
It is all so stressful for her so it all have to wait until the very last moment
While we around her cover up
Codependent is a good word
Codependent of what?
I live in a guilded cage
A beautiful place
I have food and bed
No job still I am fed
I am chained to history
And bound by guilt and shame
I will never be free
Waiting to die of old age
And my own misery
I have courage but no hope
Letting the momentum slip
Away because
That is my way
I am trying to fight
But I cannot
Lift my own
Hand
For more than
Two weeks
I have been trying
To write this letter
Saying
How important
It is for me to have
The place that I love most in this world
But I cannot write a comma
Nothing, can be put together
I have such a fear
I know I am going to lose
But still
I cannot lift a finger
To say
IÂ want this
I need that
I have the right
My father stop calling
No one calls
I am in silence
They are silent
And I am not calling
Anymore ever
Still I have to
I know I have to
Let me go down
To the water
And relive me of my burden
Another infighting
evening at home
Being woken up
At ten in the evening
Again
Being told how bad I am
Again
Getting up starting to clean the home
While being told everything that is wrong with me
Again
Making the dish, Cleaning the kitchen
While being told I am not helping out
Why do you not sleep she asks
Because you wake me up! is my answer
-You fell asleep to early she tells me
Again
This has been going on for years
The same pattern
Then she is sorry again
Will behave the same way again and again
Why do I not leave, I ask myself again and again
Because I don’ t know
Maybe the kids my children is a good reason
Maybe because I lost my work
And my faith in that I can manage to find one
Again
Change and feeling of void
I am here and I am not here
I changed and I am the same
No windows only frames
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