The Center

Freezing in the afternoon breeze

The setting sun changes the colour

Of the city giving an illusion of ancient

History that didn’t exist

The calm, slick atmosphere of the

Administrative building

So frustrating in its denial

And lack of a soul

Promises a future

That is doomed and fears

For it’s own shadow

I am that shadow

Fearing Love

Meeting someone is so tempting

And so very difficult

I want to love

But love itself awakes fear

Losing your love,

Losing your control

Traps

Sometimes your fear

Becomes a trap

Being in a war

Makes it easy

To forget that

You are not in a war now

You do not need to feel fear

Here

Monsters

Fear burning inside

Your mind

Avoiding, trying to fight

The invisible monster

That do not exist

But still exist

Relaxing, letting go

Let the monster win

And see them

Evaporate in

The sun

On Suicide

Once upon a time my grandmother

Tried to commit suicide

She swallowed a huge

Number of yellow pills

That my mother had

Prescribed to her

As the good doctor and daughter

She was at the time

Sleeping pills

My grandfather found her

In bed with the faded light

And traffic noise from

The street below

On a winter afternoon

I was about ten at the time

My mother told me that

It was not my fault

Not so much, just a little

And any way the pills

Would not kill her

Most to blame was my grandfather

Who did not fulfill her wish

Of the perfect summerhouse

I kept those words in memory

Creating new disasters in

The far future

That is now

Slumber

The day closes in

Soon the night

Will overtake

Out mad aspirations

And hopes, fears

That kept the day

Going in all it’s bright

Light that hides

Unpleasant surprises

All that will rest for a

Moment

While Sunday turns into

A news monday

Filled with new fears

That will hassle and tear

Us a part slowly

Piece by piece

Still leaving us

In the dark

To care for

Ourselves

Keeping the Wake

You keep me

Awake at night

Complaining for

This and that

Always blaming

It is never your fault

Throwing the children

Around like they are

Pawns for you

Which they are for you

But not for me

In the end

You know I will

Leave you

Relationship can

Never be built

On grievances