Night Fights

The long dark night is here

Agony and fear being present

Waking me up

In the hour of the wolf

Half awake

I am in my bed and cannot run

Freezing in panic

While the monster

Approaches

Opening my eyes

To face the end

But all I see is

The empty void

Of every day life

The dark room and

The warm balmy air

Surrounding me

Telling me not to fear

What is not

Slumber

The day closes in

Soon the night

Will overtake

Out mad aspirations

And hopes, fears

That kept the day

Going in all it’s bright

Light that hides

Unpleasant surprises

All that will rest for a

Moment

While Sunday turns into

A news monday

Filled with new fears

That will hassle and tear

Us a part slowly

Piece by piece

Still leaving us

In the dark

To care for

Ourselves

Hide Out

Fear and shames

Took me here

Hiding from

Everyone

Trying to erase

My existence

As much as

Possible

Failure is

Always

Unforgivable

I never try

Again

I always say

Desperate

Up and running again

The anxiety

Keep me running

Feel like having

High Fever

My mind is not

Clear, lost

In circles

And

In flight-mood

Still the power

Is there

Somewhere

White Night Walker

Neither Snow nor rain

Just white foggy streets

I am the black hooded man

Walking at night

You will fear me

When we meet

But I am not dangerous

Just cold,

Trying to keep

My head together

And warm

The mind walks its circles

My feet walk strait

Reaching for the bus

Haunted

I am haunted

By what I left behind

To much unfinished

Business

anxiety and panic

All collected into

My soul

After so many years

I have been getting

Used to it

Fear and Prosperity

It is all in the making

We just do not know what it is

The aggressive confidence

Easy solutions to difficult problems

Or just denial of that there are anything wrong

The snow keeps falling,

While we are preparing

Clearing the shelter, cleaning the gun, stocking up

We know, we believe, we fear

Still we know nothing, remember nothing

Real war is still distant, surreal

In silence I prepare my life as an ageing Odysseus

A journey that will last a life time

Without returning to Ithaca