Bleach

Bleak light through thick clouds

Makes the world grey

The future looks bleak

I try to turn

Around without being

Able to do it

Feeling weak

Incapable of changing my life

Just not this time

This life

Home

The plan was to leave

But instead I am stuck

In this dirty house

Filled with frustration

And unwashed clothes

Nobody is happy

Nobody has the energy

To leave this hell

Well deserved of course

But still strong enough

To keep you stuck

Our own home is ultimately

Our own prison

Fragmented Lamentations

What is the deeper meaning

All that infighting

Eternal quarrels

That make up

Our dysfunctional family

The older I get the less wise

More stagnant

More sleepy

Repetition is not learning

It is repeating

With variation

Turbulence

What are we

Fighting for

All the time

An eternal domesticated

Struggle

A circular chaos

The great family

Circus

A sort of natural law

On Different Types of Madness

There are many different

Forms of madness

In this world

Many things to fear

But why waste time

On that

Life is dangerous

Everybody die

In the end

Madness might cure

The mind or makes it

Worse

Mishaps

I did not know if I did

Anything wrong or

Just happened

To be in her way

Everything from that point on

Was my fault

Again and again

For the last ten years

What an awful way

To waste ones life

Sliding

Back in the bad place

Where I don’t want to be

Sliding down towards

Being nice and pleasant

Hiding the problem and

Frustration

As much as possible

If I can stop that fall

I can do anything

I want

Outside the Dream

Waking up is always painful

A meaningless

Interruption of the dream

Life is a form of suffering

Given to us

Not by a merciful God

But a punishment

For something unknown

Maybe we just happened

To be clay, available

To an almighty creator

Indifferent to us

Most of the time

A past time for an

All powerful force

Already bored