Memories

Memories drag you

Back to hell

The place you left

Many years ago

Not much is needed

To bring the trauma back

Every day a little remainder

A push, a laughter

A never ending war zone experience

Be there or be here

Eventually it breaks you

Cross hatred

In the end

Hatred will

Catch up with you

Hatred is a great reason

To keep alive

Staying fit

Like amfetamin it kills

You from the inside

Destroying your life

Emotions and soul

Be careful what happens

Then

How is it going to be

The Price of Wisdom

Wisdom is hard to earn

The name of the currency

Is your life

Is your hope

That is hard to handle

This is not what I dreamed of

But this is my destiny

To pay a price

So high

That I will never make it

In the real world

That is the price of being

Called “Wise”

Wanted

All those thing

That gives life

Some meaning

I wanted them too

A work, friends, things

But none of them are mine

Wasted Wisdom

Hope is a great quality

Hope is the best of drugs

Creating an illusion

Of what is possible

To do or not

Breaking the routine

Of heavy depression

Returning deeds

And actions

To the meager

Reality of patience

Intuition

I am trying to find

Some hope

Something

That keeps me

Going

But the silence

Tells another story

About

What is going to

Come