In the end
We are always
Alone
No one care
If you live or die
Just you don’t
Die in their home
It is ok
In the Street
The Price of Wisdom
Wisdom is hard to earn
The name of the currency
Is your life
Is your hope
That is hard to handle
This is not what I dreamed of
But this is my destiny
To pay a price
So high
That I will never make it
In the real world
That is the price of being
Called “Wise”
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The Train That Left
Being tired is not pleasant
Still what to do
All those things
Bringing us down
Again and again
There are no end to the torment and detriment
In my dreams I am
Running along platform
To catch the missing train
The train that would take me away
If I had been in time
That night more than twenty
Years ago
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Taking the Punishment
Together and more alone
At the very same time
Traveling and staying
Being confused and clear sighted
All those qualities mixes
In the consciousness
I rather be somewhere else
But no one escapes ones own mind
This is my well deserved punishment
Still I deserve no punishment
For hurting other people
Only myself
A true believer in our age
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Night poem
This is my sleepless night
And here we are again
Round and round my bed
Runs the memory
All the failure
That is me
Why did I not kill myself earlier
What right do I have to stay alive
I hate the world
I hate the walls of my prison
I hate my own inability to change
Only sleep comes
As a late relief
At six in the
Morning
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NoReason
There is no reason
To fight
The cause is lost
Anyway
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Mercy
In our world
There is no
Interest in mercy
Only profit matters
Mostly
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Home
The plan was to leave
But instead I am stuck
In this dirty house
Filled with frustration
And unwashed clothes
Nobody is happy
Nobody has the energy
To leave this hell
Well deserved of course
But still strong enough
To keep you stuck
Our own home is ultimately
Our own prison
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A Lucky Strike
The rich are the happy one
In this equation,
Improving their wealth
Every year
For the rest of us
Eternal struggle to make ends meet
We will suffer and eventually
In the next cycle
Lose even more
So please give us your change
So we can maintain ourself
And continue to pretend
That things will get better
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Meditation at 5
What am I?
A fictional character
Living a little life
In a cold and hostile city
Near the North Pole
Playing different games and
Being played by
Strong women
Satisfying their neurotic needs
While they are doing their
Narcissistic deeds
Leaving me poor and empty
By the end of the day
