Inside a Poem

Writing in silence

The knowledge is concealed

In a few trivial words

Meaning nothing and everything

Outside those bounds other rules

Reins

Inside here everything is different

Filled with the beauty of order and chaos

As well as the dreams and reality

Of the fragile mind

Care for it well

Noise by Man

Life is an empty place

Full of people

Communicating their

Own trauma

Again and Again

No one hearing the other

More than when your

Scream are the loudest

In the room

Another Dream

Then came the waves

Huge piles of water

Moving out of the ocean

Flooding the lawn

A lot of things came

Flying

I caught a kite

And gave it to

My older children

Warning them

That my wife

Was conspiring against me

They listen but

Did not believe me

So I left

Realising

That under the summersun

I had to find another place

To live and thrive

Wanted

All those thing

That gives life

Some meaning

I wanted them too

A work, friends, things

But none of them are mine