In Absence

The lost man

Searching for himself

In the void

Between him and others

Trying to connect

Trying to reach out

But to no use

Eternal loneliness

Is his credo

Not reality

But imagination

Still real

The Old Mans Song

The finest hour was always

To our surprise

A crowded one

We shared our lives

With the crowd

Around us

The food, the clothes and the dirty

Mattresses in the dining hall

Still this is fond memories

We had a common cause

Now I am old and wealthy

My five bedroom house is empty

And the pool is never used

We are like strangers or

Even worse enemies to

Each other

Avoiding to meet even

Over dinner

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Introvert

The winter has returned

Strong winds and a grey sky

I don’t answer the phone

Loneliness is a great quality

Between nature and man

Outside I become something

Completely different

The inner journey doesn’t care

For money, sleep or food, just

Going on and on

Lost Time

Time running through my mind

Loosing some seconds here and there

What happened?

Where is my soul today?

Lost, like my mind and will

Now I am here late in life listening

And looking for a path to live by