We are here
Trapped in time and circumstances
Hating one another
Just being present
Is painful
This is not leaving me
No I am to weak to leave
And to strong to die
So it is in between
Limbo rules my life
Until it’s end in a
Hidden room
Many years from now
Somewhere
I have nowhere
To hide
From myself
Or from
The past
In the present
The Present State
I see no hope
For the future
Or
For the past
Just present lies
That are used
To abuse people and places
At this very moment
Memorial Island
Clouded mind after a long day
Returning to my memory of the past
Moving quickly to the future
Leaving behind
What is to remain unchanged
By time
The Future Is Now
The future is a surprise
Being in the middle of it
The now ended in 1998
Or in the summer of 1989
Everything else is science fiction
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