The final accord
An Ultimate solution to avoid
Conflict abstaining from most of the
Things that are important
Compromising my life away
Long gone memory of another life
When freedom were more than
A fantasy, a chimera in the desert
The End
Being Free
Things are getting worse and worse
But here I am in the middle of it
It demands my whole being
I am looked in darkness
Dwelling among all the things
That has to be done and learned
I am sorry for this
But happy in the same time
This is me being free
In my own created prison
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Things
Things are rigid
Stalemate
Blocked and the hope
Is hidden under deep snow
No miracle is expected
More of the same
All of the time
In perpetua
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Grieving Process
Mourning and watching
Time go by
There must be
Some solution
Somewhere
Unknown where
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Present Future
We are here
Trapped in time and circumstances
Hating one another
Just being present
Is painful
This is not leaving me
No I am to weak to leave
And to strong to die
So it is in between
Limbo rules my life
Until it’s end in a
Hidden room
Many years from now
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Desperate
Pain is a useful strategy
Sometimes it is working
Most of the times
It does not
Just blocking all intentions
All actions
Still it repeat it self
Again and again
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Survival
Survival is not a necessary thing
I don’t care
Anymore
My life is awful
I cannot move
Just being a prisoner
Of my own making
Without being
Able to free myself
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The Coming of Age
I am lost here
Without leverage
Just a lot of servitude
And empty actions
Life is so filled
With frustration
I am to old
To start something
Or to young to
Understand anything…
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Here and Now
I am in the
Middle off
A big lie
That makes me
Feel bad
And unable to sleep
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Blocked
Life did not give me many choices
When anxiety eats your mind
Limiting the options
Still I am here
Day by day
Weaker and balder
