Our Circles

We have our circles

He told me, – of famous men in position

I smile and could see

How small he was

Every word has its antithesis

Every man has his shadow

Don’t make your shadow to dark

It might engulf you in the end

Purgatory

Is suffering healing

Or just another burden

To an overloaded psyche

Avoiding suffering brings

Sometimes even more suffering

I know this into the bone

But is this circle possible to break

Or an eternal curse

To live with

Pressure

Everyday the stress is the same

The eternal repetitive

Pattern of change

Getting up, leaving the house

Entering the social world

Behaving in an expected way

And then again back

To the life hidden from view

With all its conflict and fears

What am I doing here?

The answer is of course the same

As in all ages and time

Helping the pattern to repeat itself

The life remaining in place

Is it good or bad

No it just is …

A Day

The bad day has ended

It never started

It is all circular

Returning again and again

Gaining ground, losing ground

Life….

Restart

The lunch eventually

Turns out to be the expected

Dysfunctional encounter

With between the narcissist and

Lone wolf

Each one talking to himself

In the different corners of the

Room

So that the circle can start

Again and again forever

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