A Place To Rest The Mind
Midnight hits hard
All the nightmares
Are here
Remembering you about
The other people’s war
But now
They are inside your head
You are them
They are you
Sharing the mind
A collective memory
In your dreams
Being the receiver
Is painful and cruel
All those stories
In your head
People screaming, suffering and dying
While you are in bed
Night after night
Please relieve me
From being me
The body feels
Lonely
Just as the mind
A sad collection
Of muscles, movements
And memories
I did not ask for this
Still I am here
Unable to move
Beyond the memories
Of past trauma
What I once was
When we are gone
We become
Just ideas
A fantasy in the mind of the other
An example or a dear memory
But this is not us
We are so much more
Loss my love
Is what we
Are living for
To keep it fond in the
Memory
While life passes by
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
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
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
The best way is to get your own mind
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
What ever happens
The perception changes
Over time,
Crisis in life passes
The wounds remains
The handicap will not heal
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