Errors

The night is long

Filled with errors

While the mind

Wanders around

Without sleeping or

Knowing what

To do

I wish I could sleep

Even for a few minuts

Forgetting the humiliation and

Sad moments of the day

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

Desperate

Up and running again

The anxiety

Keep me running

Feel like having

High Fever

My mind is not

Clear, lost

In circles

And

In flight-mood

Still the power

Is there

Somewhere

Cleaning Up

Cleaning out the dirt

Destroying and creating

New patternas

I am not going to break down

Again, no

Not anymore

I just have to through it out of the system

All the lose ends being put together

Like a web

 

Weed 

Feeling like an empty shell

Something for 

Other to fill

With their 

Projections and

Fantasys 

While talking without

Any interruptions

Being a bleeding mirror 
Slowly dying