Retribution

Future demands a

Past and a present

We relieve ourself

Of the burden

That gives us such a pleasure

A surprise of change and bereavement

Through time that melts down and

Pressure together all layers

To something hardly visible

Still there present in its invisible

Personalisation of

What once was

The Present

Writing poetry

Before it is to late

Losing time

Thinking about the past

Or worrying about the future

Freedom looms underneath

In the depth of mindlessness

Being

Past present

It is all over now
It is all over me now
the pain, the memories
the fear of tomorrow
There are no lights
in the attic on the other side of the street anymore

I miss my freedom
I feel time has got me again
The now will turn
to autumn and winter again
and again
each year with a little shorter summer
I miss my youth
I miss my future
and my past
but who could know
this then and now?
The evening falls fast
this time of the year