Instability

Everything is in extremely

Bad balance at the moment

I try to think

What happened

With me?

I recognize the pattern

Still it is hard to change

Maybe an emergency break

Running away

Mixed Timeline

The flowers have mixed colors

Blue violet white and yellow

Growing on top of were

The disaster struck

The world was reduced to rubble

To nothingness and still it rises

Again and again

And in fact

It was not the whole world

Just a piece of it

Life goes on

You are left with

Your memories

Turnpike

So the wheels keep on turning

It is bad times

When the great disaster

Takes place,

Life is collapsing in front

Of our eyes

Falling down

Into a chaotic

Flow with a lot of mess

A lot of confusion

Only the rays of the sun

Tells another tail

About us

Reaching

Not being able

To think

Still realizing

What is happening

Without being able

To change anything

I did see the disaster

Approaching time after time

Without reaching me

Like in a dream

The Escspe

Back to the disaster zone

Accusations, guilt, hints

A never ending saga filling up

To the brim

Taking over your mind and body

Any option to stay away

Seems to be worth it

While the world keep on

Grinding and grinding

Sacrifice

There are many ways

To make a change when

Disaster relief is needed

This eternal continuing calamity

Patterns of behavior is strengthen

By the other people around me

We are all in this together

However some of us are sacrificed

For various reasons

On Disasters

Disasters can appear in many ways

The can be big colorful and fragrant or

Small creeping and discrete

Somehow going under the radar

Until they hit you hard in the head

Like now, we don’t notice until

It is too late and the scream of the dying

Wakes us up in the middle of the night

My Song

For a long time

I tried not to get involved

Avoiding conflicts

Believing that things

Would work out anyway

They did not do that

The bad people continued

Their way

Since no one stood up against

Them life went on

And in the end

I lost my self

My will to live

My sense of living

Eating pills did not

Solve but maintained

Things as they were

So here I am alone and old

Soon gone

This is my song