Fighting the pain,
The fear and self-contempt
All the lost time, all the lost tears
All emotions repressed
In order to survive
And now when life is almost gone
Another try to get out of this cycle
Struggle
Alive
Whatever keeps me alive
It has to be strong
When despair
Grips the soul
In the middle of the night
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Longing
Deep inside us and what we are
All the next action determined
By our destiny and will
Something that is neither
Far in our mind we do not
Understand ourselves
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Roots
Outside the normal path
Another road
Overgrown with
Roots of trees growing
Strong under
The poisonous asphalt
Sorrow and death destroyed
The hope long time ago
Almost to late I eventually
Found my path not knowing
Where to go and how long to follow
Eventually life demands and
Destroy any other option
But the evening comes fast
That time of the year
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Reflection
Having to deal with reality
In one way or the other
Not so meaningful or hopeful
More grey and slow moving
Filled with fear, anger and
Frustration
It is all there, we have to
Deal with this
In our everyday life
Trying to steer away from the most
Obvious traps
Life moves on like a migrant bird
On its way from the desert to the tundra
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The Control
Trying to keep control
But it is a waste of time
My stomach aches and
My mind is lost
Not here but still here
I do not need it anymore
I Let it go!
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White Dusk
The sun has left
The city for the
Night
Clearly
Night time is much
Worse
Mixing sleep and
The agony of lost
Life and opportunity
Mixed with fear of the future
That does not exist
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Regrets
How I regret that I
Survived the war
I could be dead
Long time ago
Resting peacefully
In the memory
Of a few
So much better
So much better
Karma
But the winter
Is long as life
Itself
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Meeting me
Meeting myself
In the coffee shop
This is me now
Reading a book
About me ten years
Ago and I realized
That I am never gone
Be free, just more
Me
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Late Conclusions
The party is over
Since long time
The people left
Forgetting what
They left behind
Worn down leftovers
Fighting the wind, rain and snow
Changing color as the green mold
Takes over, a small community of
Different plants and creatures
Soon other tables and people will take over
Or not, it does not matter
The relationship, however not clear will always
Remain as an anchor and hope
