Debt

Guilt is such a precious thing

Kept and taken care of

Grown by those who need

Control over other

A high price to pay

A prison for the those

Who carries the mantle

Of shame

Volatile

My inner voices

Always tells me

The wrong thing

And here I am

Doing the same

Wrong things

All the time

The answer is

Always outside

Never inside

Inside is

Just a big mess

Lost life

I lost my life that day

When you told me

That you had taken

The decision that

Would change

Our life forever

Now I am just

A shadow

Eating, sleeping, walking

My life is just a shadow life

Meeting other shadows

No need to connect

When they pass by

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Haunted

I am haunted

By what I left behind

To much unfinished

Business

anxiety and panic

All collected into

My soul

After so many years

I have been getting

Used to it

Silent communication

IMG_9767The pain is immense

No mercy

Just moving around

Trying to think

Other things

Love is no option anymore

No one will come by here

Only age and bornes remain

Wait I will come

You will not be there

We will meet in different times

Only having civilized conversations

Over decades

 

Leave me alone

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The sorrow is never mine, the sorrow is always mine

Life is so short

With so little meaning

And so precious to some

But not to me

I am just breathing

Life is pain and suffering

Life is never getting through

Life is the early mornings in the

Subway¨

So gray that it could fill a lifetime

With despair

Life is the coughing in the

Next room

Realizing that you are going

To loose and get old

Life is being alone

No one will ever be on your side

That is my life experience

Life is being told “it will be fine”

Just another lie, a stupid lie

Let me be

Let me hate in peace

Leave me alone

But with enough opportunity

To manage my own

Life

 

Survival

Trying to live

It is not easy

Much more easy

To conceal

Close, shut, block

That’s what I learned to do

Do not trust anyone

For any reason

But here I am

Realizing that it

Does not matter

Anymore

I got no ability

To do anything

Good for my self

Only for others

Maybe not even that

War

When I first went into the war

I was a young boy

Did not understand

The consequences

But life is slow teachers

I took me many years

To slowly get back to life

Still in my dreams at night

I am back on the streets

Looking for old friends