A Characters Complaints

We have our dreams

Our stupid illusion

Given by the creator

For his amusement

And the readers delight

We strive and fight

Day and night

We are created for someone’s

Else enjoyment and capital gains

The profit is not ours but the

Owner of the publishing company

Still at night we dream of freedom to

Live a normal life with work, wife and

Mortgages to pay, going to the pub and play

Maybe even turn gay

But hey we do not exist

No passport , no ID

Never born, never dead

We are only character

Leaving in a leaking shed

In the author’s head

Reaching

Not being able

To think

Still realizing

What is happening

Without being able

To change anything

I did see the disaster

Approaching time after time

Without reaching me

Like in a dream

On Disasters

Disasters can appear in many ways

The can be big colorful and fragrant or

Small creeping and discrete

Somehow going under the radar

Until they hit you hard in the head

Like now, we don’t notice until

It is too late and the scream of the dying

Wakes us up in the middle of the night

Disruptions

I lost my life

I lost my meaning

The path disappeared

Over night,

A sort of repetitive pattern

I would show in my life

Huge contrasts and a dramatic

Breakup from past relation and meanings

Things, matter and economy became upside down

As I tried to get out of the dizziness

Finding a new way of being

It left scars in the soul

Bleeding and screaming for safety

Avoiding every risk

Making life dull and boring

And soon enough

It was time to disrupt

Again and again

Until the bitter end

That is now