Every morning the same routine
The same conflicts
And the running
Like a rat
Up and down the stairs
Running out
Coming back
Losing, not finding, forgetting
And eventually
She is gone
In a cloud of smoke
Missing the bus
And her life
Morning Routine
Awake
Waking up and losing hope
I am in a strange landscape
Desperate to find happiness
I don’t see it
Feeling lonely
Suddenly something else
A certain presence
Here I am
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Now
The cold red sun rises
Just a little above the horizon
Creating an illusion of day
Icy streets and stairs reminding
Us of our vulnerability
Moving carefully on our way
To face the daily perils of the world
The long workday promises only
The darkness of a cloudy night
When we eventually leave
Late in the evening
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Morning
The journey
throughout
The system
Deep tunnels
A few moments of light
Then the bridge
And the dark winter morning
Travel through empty streets
On the way home from work
The little lark is singing
Lost in time
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Morning
Listening to the world
Even here in the north
It makes noises
The darkness still being
Here
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Monsters
Fear burning inside
Your mind
Avoiding, trying to fight
The invisible monster
That do not exist
But still exist
Relaxing, letting go
Let the monster win
And see them
Evaporate in
The sun
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Perished Dream
Lost in time
Clean the plates in the kitchen
In a way trying to
Keep away the thoughts by doing
Nonsense cleaning of a
Dirty kitchen
Filled with other peoples filth
A thought going through my mind
This morning is that my
Dreams has shrunk
To just surviving under
A layer of practical
Arrangement
The sky outside is gray
And I see no reason
To do so
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Coffee
Morning in the dark
Preparing strong coffee
That might keep the
Illusion of being
A wake
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Cruel Morning
This very cruel morning
I wait for better times
That will never come
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Dark Morning
Suddenly I woke up
In a moment of
Short, sanity
Realizing that
Inside me
A birth was taking place
Confused and overwhelmed
I started to examine what type
Of birth it was, realizing that I did not
Really know maybe
A parasite or a new me?
A fantastic idea or a new way
To make tea?
Something very different it was
Quickly disappearing out of
The consciousness and I
Went into the gray clout of
Everyday winter light
