To Catch The Ball

I forgot the ball while

Being trapped by my own mind

Moving around in small circles

I have no answer

And didn’t see the ball coming

Since I don’t even know

The very question

Eventually I caught the ball

And scored a goal

Purgatory

Is suffering healing

Or just another burden

To an overloaded psyche

Avoiding suffering brings

Sometimes even more suffering

I know this into the bone

But is this circle possible to break

Or an eternal curse

To live with

A Day

The bad day has ended

It never started

It is all circular

Returning again and again

Gaining ground, losing ground

Life….

Circle of Actions

The black darkness

Of being different

Defined as sick and crazy

– Go and get help

I don’t want to deal

With it, she said

There are no solutions

To your problems

Only me and my problems

Are solvable she continued

– I have no patterns I just keep

On repeating myself again

And again, that’s all

The Patriarch Circle

I recognise that story

The old patriarchy decides

What is right and wrong

Good and bad,

The other people stays silent

In the background

Avoiding conflicts at all cost

No contact with the contender

The incumbent patriarch

Rules until he falls down and die

Less and less flexible over time

The end comes and

The new patriarch repeat

The pattern

Maybe it is time to break this

Patten once and for all

Perceptions

Perception changes slowly

What was relevant once is no more

Time just passes by

The repeating circles

Of mistakes is ongoing

And flexible

Circles

Travelling in my memory

I have to be there

Every day, every minute of my life

Reliving all the memories from many

Years

I did not choose this life

This life chooses me

And still sometimes

It’s the other way around