On Choking

Slowly being choked

Is a painful experience

No peace of mind

Just a lot of work

Working

Trying to understand

What happen

I hid in my work

In my pain

Locked In

Daniel Stintzing

Closed perspective, closed people

I do try to learn from my mistake

Maybe this is possible

Maybe not

Slowly moving masses of snow and

Really cold weather

Remains me why I once left this country

Now I am a prisoner here

This great gilded cage

Makes the choices rather

Limited

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