Heat And Stone

I am under heavy pressure

I cannot think clearly

Loss of control

More than usual

Have to move on now

To an unknown



When losing control

Very early in the morning

A feeling of

Great panic

Still that is an illusion

We never have control

Just a belief and a will

That takes all the

Oxygen in the rooom


Putting my energy

In writing these poem

I don’t know anything about writing

I just do it

In a desperate fashion

In order to survive

A little longer

While I am slowly

Freezing to



I lost my words

My mind sleepy and

Into the grey clouds

That is this morning

Sad and happy

To be on my own

I cannot stand people

I cannot live without friends

I have no friends

Just acquaintances

That will let me down

In the end