The End

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

Being Free

My prison is my freedom

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

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

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

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

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