Pressure And Pain

The pain is immense

It is an opened wound

That I carry around

All of the time

Normally hidden

But now it is opened

Burning like fire

Eventually it will

Do me in

Cold Water

When the anxiety gets

Too mighty

Too strong and powerful

Like a river of rage

And fear

Cold, cold river

Like in the far north

Where the trees will not grow

One try to survive

It is hard and confusing

Just being here

Eventually it might work

At the moment

I am under the ice

Looking for open water

And bluer skies

The Navigation Act

Sometimes we have to navigate in bad water being

Lost among family and friends

That have their own problems

Such is life,

That when we need help the most

It seems to be farther away

Than we can reach

We are trapped in a limbo

Being to weak to get out of the trap

But to strong to sub comb

And here we are waiting for

The iceberg to melt

So that our bad ship

Might reach the

West Indies

Going by Greenland

Was not a good idea

Even though the name

Seemed to promise

A good time

Disruptions

I lost my life

I lost my meaning

The path disappeared

Over night,

A sort of repetitive pattern

I would show in my life

Huge contrasts and a dramatic

Breakup from past relation and meanings

Things, matter and economy became upside down

As I tried to get out of the dizziness

Finding a new way of being

It left scars in the soul

Bleeding and screaming for safety

Avoiding every risk

Making life dull and boring

And soon enough

It was time to disrupt

Again and again

Until the bitter end

That is now

Desperate

Pain is a useful strategy

Sometimes it is working

Most of the times

It does not

Just blocking all intentions

All actions

Still it repeat it self

Again and again