The Market

Looking for answers

But I only find more question

Lost in cheap markets

Selling things of low value

Seen from distance and still

I am a part of all this

For good and for bad

Not outside but not inside

In between

In The Darkest Hour

Life is pain

I said to myself

Just a lot of suffering

No meaning to it really

I thought

Trying to topple the grief

In my closed world

Avoiding any encouragement

To live on

Still in the middle of all that

Darkness some glimmer

Of hope lived on

And on

Keeping me alive throughout

The yearlong winter

Mourning

The mild and merciful creature that created us

Did not think on love or aesthetics

Only practical matters, letting us share

Every organ for this and for that

Beauty and beastly needs combined in various ways

No sentimentality, when you are dead

No more talking, no mobile calling to heaven

A one way street with few if any coming back to tell

Sad story leaving us behind to mourn and remember

Only our resilience might save us for a while

From getting lost and meeting the inevitable end

In a bad way