Circles

Travelling in my memory

I have to be there

Every day, every minute of my life

Reliving all the memories from many

Years

I did not choose this life

This life chooses me

And still sometimes

It’s the other way around

Weakest Link

Broken, broke, empty

Frustrated, fearing

The worst being

The weakest

Link in a long

Chain of people

Reality is tainted by

Ideology of the successful

Rich and infamous

The future belongs to

The bad people,

The evil will prevails,

Dystopia becomes

Our future because of our

Own default to change

The same for society and man

Hiding Away

Life includes hope and hatred

Strong feelings tearing you apart

Looked into my own mind

I try to avoid contacts with

Other humans as much

As I can

In order to work with the fragments

That once was the functioning me

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End Of The World

When reaching the empty house

At sunset, hiding from the wind

This is where the memory

Of the dead are stored

Names written or engraved

In shells from the nearby

Ocean, people come here to die

It looks like a good place to

End your days in the lilac light

In a foreign country

Memories From A Broken Life

Watching the coffee drinkers

In a the chic café

The noise of people

Talking with muted

Voices

Quiet violence rushing

Into my ears

Hurting them

Memories of the terror

From earlier years awakens

Memories of torture day by day

Writing in subtle language

That do not heal the broken

Mind and heart