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

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

Living the Paradox

There are so many different ways to live

So many options in the world

Still why are we so trapped in our own perception

Of what is possible and

How to do things

How life should be?

Afternoon

I am bleeding

Losing energy

All the time

Soon it will

All be over

Did not manage

To solve the riddle

Of being me

Pacified and blocked

No solution in sight

Only the sun is higher

Every day in the sky

A Memorial To The Sun

The sun brings up memories of happier days

That will not return with or without the sun

A cold and intensive light colors the morning

Time is forever, because the time to change

Has gone away long time ago

All that is to be done now is raging, raving, running

I will not solve anything because the block

Is bigger than me, stronger than me,

Eventually it will kill me

Rusted Machine

Who am I?

I do not listen

Anymore and

To any reason

Good or bad

Flexible as a

Corroded padlock

Anxiety beyond

Reason became

My destiny and

Overlord