Flames

Realizing that the only way

Is not a way

And that things

Will happen eventually

Between us as a form of love

But you hurt me again and

I don’t want you anymore

I am sorry for that

I cannot

I want you

The Final Act

So the eternal struggle starts

In this drama

There will never be any end to it

Different will

I am the week one

She is the strong

Money and thrift

Decides

Soon only the ashes

Will be left of me

Happy to leave this

Ugly planet

Ending the Relationship

Anxiety cannot help

It only tells you to run

Run quickly

Everything more complex

Than that anxiety will not solve

Anything

But here I am running around

Prepared to leave

Without money or anything else

Needed to live

Just starting all over again

The Breakup

Moving in and out of total

Paralysis, anxiety becomes

Uncontrollably

Floating around in what cannot be defined

I failed so many times

And therefore

Why try again

A Night Full of Action

Traveling in my dream

I learned that my wife

Had changed our house

To a small cranky appartment

Where a relative to Saddam Hussein

Used to live

He had hidden a lot of gold there

She found it and shared it

With her arab lover/ helper

Called Ahmad

She despised him

But needed the money

To get rid of me

Leaving me in the flat

I tried to warn my children

They did not understand

Loss of Control

I did not choose this life

This life chooses me

All that frustration

Being in a divorce

With two small children

In the same house

I don’t feel like having

A relationship

Ever again

Because it will all

Inevitably

Fall apart

I lose my own consciousness

Have no hope of any resolution

At all

Healing or dying

In the darkness of

My soul

Heraclitus

Realizing that change

Is inevitable

No return

Pain is the name

Of that game

Shame and fear

All the things are

Connected

Still isolated