Evening

Radiant, aggressive people

Running around the house

Losing out as normally

The body and mind is weak

Tired, fainting, no energy

Pulling, pushing myself

Together without knowing

Why I do it

Outreach

Living in chaos

While depression

Is gripping me

This very morning

Slowly putting out

The lights one by one

The only thing to do is

Keep on moving

Our Own Grave

Man is mans own slave

Digging his own grave

Every day

Soon we will all be gone

No one left

To sing our songs

Bad times are coming

My friend

We will all die

Together in the end

Mass extinction

It will be

You just wait

And see

The Hope That Died

I did see my hope

Slowly die in the

Cold and dark

Winter night

First it turned blue

And then red

In the end it quickly

Evaporated into the icy air

Leaving only me and the despair

Behind in the dark blue night

Saturday From Hell

This evening she hated me deeply

She had made the choice

To have a really bad day

Because I was not there

They stayed at home all day

Because of the rain and the total inability

To take the bus

Maybe I deserved it

Defining me as a small man

Deserving to die in a snowpack

She spat on me while my daughter

Who sat in my lap

No inhibitions at all

How bad I was

I needed psychiatric help

And then as always

Like a hand that turned

She was so sad, her colleague

Had not done enough

I put my daughter to sleep

Waiting for the next act

Of the bipolar drama

Absent Existence

Abstinence from life

Abstract thinking

Ambivalent ideas

Animated conversations

Winter in the city

Among blackened snow

And icy spots

Spring still distant

No sun

Thousands shades of gray

Black and white

This is what hell

Could be like

.

The Dull White Winter

Life is a cold place

Filled with snow

Ice covers the lakes

And walking

Feels like a huge undertaking

On icy and slippery streets

Life is small and pale

Bad memories of depressive

Winter months returns

Like tired ghosts of

Past life’s

Disoriented

When living

Life itself is

Creating pain

Inside me all the

Disappointments of

Being unable to

Achieve any of my dreams

I am still here in the north

Disoriented of directions