Home

The plan was to leave

But instead I am stuck

In this dirty house

Filled with frustration

And unwashed clothes

Nobody is happy

Nobody has the energy

To leave this hell

Well deserved of course

But still strong enough

To keep you stuck

Our own home is ultimately

Our own prison

Differences

We are in conflict

So let us never talk again

Let us avoid each other

Forever

Hold our grudges to ourselves

Hide in our safe spaces

Until we root and get eaten

By our own stupidity

Prison of Reason

Here I am as a prisoner of

My own incompetence

Unable to think clearly enough

Steered by semiconscious desires

Trapped in the over rational

Society of our time

Trying to get some wiggle room

Find a door

Venture into the reason

Beyond reason

Prison Of The Mind

Realising that I am trapped

Here in my own country

Without, work, money

Or any other resources

Have only to trust my mind

In order to get out of here

It is the prison of the mind

Sunshine

The inner freedom might be

The only one, but outside

Here there are none

The only way to change is

Not to change,

A conundrum

Sad places of the mind

Eternal sadness and a

Great wound

Still so peaceful

In the rain