A Place To Rest The Mind
The conflicts start
early in the morning
Promising a miserable day
Every move and action we take is a
part of a bigger pattern
So is the conflicts as well
It is all in the open to read
Still we go into a
Relationship with open eyes
Blinded for the longterm suffering
Just being here
Trapped on a small island
In the wast emptiness of the mind
Another slow day
In the summer
A day so still that we are
Creating conflicts as a pastime
Running around in our own mind
Tearing down Paradise
The silence and tension
Is still in the air
Unable to find a good
Way of talking
Solving not just
Containing problems
Eventually you leave when
The contraction and denial
Becomes unbearable
Frustrated and again put down
I tried to climb up again
And here I am
Still in the mode
For fighting
We are in conflict
So let us never talk again
Let us avoid each other
Forever
Hold our grudges to ourselves
Hide in our safe spaces
Until we root and get eaten
By our own stupidity
When conflicts are not resolved
They tend to stay for a long time
No, they stay and will
Not go away
But instead getting worse
It never stops
No end in sight
Always more conflicts
Never ending story
When anything goes wrong
It is always
My fault if I am ill or tired
My fault so life goes on
And on
And so on
Trying to create
Names and words
For the future
That is still so
Uncertain
By being nice to
Everyone
It will never end well
Will is conflict
Will is life
Will is creating
New unexpected things
Like life in it’s glory
Living with a bipolar
One moment everything is
Fine, the next moment
She is stressed
The situation is bad as hell
Blaming and screaming
Trying to get out of it,
Is like a nightmare,
You try to run away
But your leg does not
Carry you anymore
The monster approaches
There is no way to escape
You just have to play dead
Hope for the best
Trying to leave
The pain behind
Breaking with your
Father and your fate
Comes at a prize
I am freezing slowly
Dying
Being free is worth
Dying for
Feeling alive, a little
Again
Until next calamity
Strikes
And I am on the street
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