I have to stand my ground
Nervous full of fear
What am I?
Guilt, pain and deep
Anxiety that pulses through
The system
Still the sun shines through
The window
Preparing The Battle
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
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Black Sunshine
Dark sun shining over me
Asking hard questions
About what it means
Being free
Who am I and why
This is me
