Missing out

Trapped in the duty of caring

For children that are mine

And a bad relationship

That are also mine

I wake up at night with

The feeling of being choked

To death slowly but surly

Only the early birds singing

Like they are lost in the forest gives

Some remorse

The Box

Thinking outside the box

Whatever that means

As an outsider

You are always outside

The box is closed

Listening confused

To all the

People inside talking

To them selves

Tensed

She comes home

After a day at the office

Filled with frustration

And ave

Being the trapped

Using us as a bin

For her frustration

Tensed and aggressive

Only the sleep will relieve us

A Great Thing To Do

Writing is a great thing

Making feeling and thoughts

Meaningful and changes them

Do not hesitate, just write anything

Stranger, just keep on writing

Find your tone, your rhythm and soul

Eventually you end up poor but happy as me

Or maybe poor and unhappy

But at least with some poems buried in the sand

Warm Water

Frozen spring

Broken sunlight

Destroyed hope

Awaiting solution

No time to think

Trying to get my mind

Together against all odds

This will not change

But this life has to change

Water streaming around me

Warm water in a cold place

Run Away

When things are so bad

That you can not stay

Focused and everything

Is so sad

That you cannot live anymore

You are looking for the door

To another life or no life

At all

Then is time to get away

Run far away

Before you are getting

Killed or kill yourself

Just by accident

Afternoon

I am bleeding

Losing energy

All the time

Soon it will

All be over

Did not manage

To solve the riddle

Of being me

Pacified and blocked

No solution in sight

Only the sun is higher

Every day in the sky

Mercury

I hate this situation

Just been caught in this pattern

For the best of to many good years

It is becoming worse and worse

Now I am completely blocked again

Cannot work with the things that

Eventually will help me out of this

Situation

Trapped and trapped again