Trapped Inside

So my life became wasted

In front of my eyes

Without the I was

Being able to stop it

Everybody around

Looking while I

Drowned

Inside a Poem

Writing in silence

The knowledge is concealed

In a few trivial words

Meaning nothing and everything

Outside those bounds other rules

Reins

Inside here everything is different

Filled with the beauty of order and chaos

As well as the dreams and reality

Of the fragile mind

Care for it well

Contrasts

Outside and inside

So different places

Same location and still

Not the same

Inside the chaos, confusion and frustration

Outside the order of man

The birds and the tree

Well ordered paths

Good maner people

Behaving well

Inside a war between

Wounded souls

Wounded egos

Lost aspiration

Outside too cold

Inside too warm

No rest

Only relentless repetition

Of patterns learned

From long time ago

In the great childhood days

Inside Out

Travelling by my armchair

Reviewing places I never

Been to like Hong Kong Or

Shenzhen

Going down on street view

Seeing

The world in a flat way

The world in a different way

When things overwhelm you

Not much get done

Therefore you search for a way out

Turning Inside

As the snow keeps falling

Things get worse

Turning away from the

Difficult things that are

Caused by the inner struggle

Between adaption and

Self realization

Being introverted as part of

The dying process

Turning away from friends

Seeing no meaning of talking

Failed going to Holland

Did not dare to use my last money,

No loan, no friends, no confidence

Telling anyone

Ambivalent of the consequences

When borrowing money from

My daughter, turning the

parent-daughter relation

Upside down, just wanted

To feel well, feel my power

Inner strength, to laugh and

Get away from the self destructive

Existence called reality

My bad reality someone else’s

Dream a paradox, being told

That what you do is bad every day

Kills your senses and self respect

Sunshine

The inner freedom might be

The only one, but outside

Here there are none

The only way to change is

Not to change,

A conundrum

Sad places of the mind

Eternal sadness and a

Great wound

Still so peaceful

In the rain