The Small Day

So another day

To start, writing, working, fighting

This will be a hot one

Filled with conflict of

Representation, pretending, relating

In the end it will be what it is

And the sea will still be there

A

Another Day

Trying not to kill myself

Staying alive

Without a real life

Pretending meaning and hope

Everyday the same

Until the end of days

I fail and continue to fail

Life here is like that

Life there will be like that

One cannot escape oneself

Trapped

Midday Night

Night is in the middle of the day

Sun is shining but in my mind

It is still the middle of the night

Looking for ways out desperate

Hungry, angry and lonely

Knowing the sun will never

Rise again in my mind

Living like a vampire

In the middle of the day