Loss my love
Is what we
Are living for
To keep it fond in the
Memory
While life passes by
On Loss
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
©schibolet
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Haunted Soul
Trying to deal
With the impossible;
The probably future
And the horrors of the past
The memories has come to
Haunt the tired mind again
Sequences repeating itself
Again and again
Peace, happiness, passion
Are lost dreams
Searching for renewed
Meaning in late afternoon
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Lost
Writing again
after a long silence
Searching for words and meaning
But most of it has been lost
Only small fragments
Remains of the dream
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The sun
The best way is to get your own mind
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Past Future
I did see the future come and go
Once, twice and a third time
Remembering the past
Getting stuck in what was
Unable to protect or act
Repeating the story and memory
Now again the future is here
Like a grey sky early in the spring
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Frigid Memories
What ever happens
The perception changes
Over time,
Crisis in life passes
The wounds remains
The handicap will not heal
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Evaporate
Hard times
Will be followed
By more hard times
Never ending
Eternal, evaporating
You and all your
Memories into the
Thin air
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Memory
The words and meaning
Is gone since long time
But the memory
Still clear as a sunny
Summers day
The lake and the trees
And your naked body
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Fading Memory
The memories are fading away
Someone died there
Don’t know who or why
The flowers has all gone old
Soon this place will be
Empty as the memory
Of the man that died
