On Life

Life was never meant to easy

For some people

Life was meant to be easy

For others

Unequal distribution

Of disasters and suffering

Processing that fact

Realizing that life can be better

That change might be inevitable

While the days goes by

Punishment

Time might fly

I don’t

Resting on memory and luck

Still being alive after all that time

Without anything more than a blanket

And some black tea with the occasional

Potatoes. I did not choose this life

This life choose me

This life caught me

Now I have to live it

The Final Spell

Sometimes everything

That needs to be said

Is said in a sadistic

Way when you are old

Life feels fulfilled

Even though it has been

Rather awaful

You could live 500 years

Or die tomorrow

Never mind

Empty

Being tired of fighting

Life is empty

Empty and barren

What will ever grow

Out of my infertile

Existence