The Fear

Being near any of your fears

Gives for a short moment

An enormous energy

Getting older makes time

Going faster because

You stop feeling as intensely

Confronting strong feelings

Night Walker

The night is long

Full of errors and

Illusions

Sleepless and haunted

By the failures in everyday life

I went out into the woods

Walking to greet the darkness

The essence of existence

Dangers lurking everywhere

In my head like a ghost

On Hatred

Hatred is a good feeling

Making you feel alive

And strong,

Taking quick and swift action

Demanding action

Like a wild horse

Still this is madness

True madness

But reason is limited

And maims the soul

A dangerous contradiction

To be handle with like a

Conundrum

Late a night with care

Alive

Whatever keeps me alive

It has to be strong

When despair

Grips the soul

In the middle of the night

Error

A day filled

With grey sky and

The white night is

Tormenting the soul

The night is full of errors

The mind running berserk

Short moments of sleep

Comes as a blessing

Lights

Morning in the middle

Of the night

Changing the boundaries

Between being asleep and

Conscious

The light has perforated

The mind awakens

Painful memories and

Shortcomings

Rebuilding what was once there

Or never been there

Like a fever dream

Only the bitter wine

Gives temporary

Peace of mind

From the relentless remainder

Of shortcomings and shame

© Schibolet