Wanted

All those thing

That gives life

Some meaning

I wanted them too

A work, friends, things

But none of them are mine

The Creatures of the Night

The middle of the night

When the wolf

Walks into the mind

Making havoc

Catching a hen or two

Leaving before dawn

Satisfied with meat and

The pleasures of hunting

No limits

Only my tired body

Remains at the site

Open Head

No peace of mind

Just a clutter of voices

Telling different stories

Insider my head

Making me upset and tired

At the same time

Just let me sleep

No Dreaming claims life’s

Error

A day filled

With grey sky and

The white night is

Tormenting the soul

The night is full of errors

The mind running berserk

Short moments of sleep

Comes as a blessing

Lights

Morning in the middle

Of the night

Changing the boundaries

Between being asleep and

Conscious

The light has perforated

The mind awakens

Painful memories and

Shortcomings

Rebuilding what was once there

Or never been there

Like a fever dream

Only the bitter wine

Gives temporary

Peace of mind

From the relentless remainder

Of shortcomings and shame

© Schibolet