Preparing The Battle

I have to stand my ground

Nervous full of fear

What am I?

Guilt, pain and deep

Anxiety that pulses through

The system

Still the sun shines through

The window

Limited Options

The entrance that once was so big and dominant

Have become small and well hidden

Maybe it is not even possible to enter

The once great building in the city centre

That use to be very prominent

Now is just a discreet part of the street

Avoiding being noticed in every way

It’s balconies tremble and not

Even the desperate smokers

Venture out thereby jeopardizing

Their life and future

Age changes us but still

We remain remarkably the same

No Vision

It is possible

To live without hope

Prospect of a future

You just follow

The flow and the moment

Eventually we end up lonely

But the true

Conundrum is to rise again

Find meaning and purpose

Dreams

When we are young

We create a fantasy

For how our future

Should become

The older we get

The less hope we

Have if that dreams

Hasn’t come even close

To any realization

We become trapped by other

People’s dream and the eventually

Consume us

And we are lost of track…

Eleven

Why was I ever here

Was there any meaning

At eleven we always go to heaven

Contradiction in terms

Which is perfect for propaganda

Confused overused poet writing