Meditation at 5

What am I?

A fictional character

Living a little life

In a cold and hostile city

Near the North Pole

Playing different games and

Being played by

Strong women

Satisfying their neurotic needs

While they are doing their

Narcissistic deeds

Leaving me poor and empty

By the end of the day

A Nighttime Parasite Plea

So I been told

All through the night

How bad I am

“You are a parasite”

The parasite told me

While sucking

My blood

“You used me”

She said taking

My money and hope

“Love me, why don’t

You love me

Now I am burned out

Because of you”

While running around

In circles blaming

The world

Pitying herself

Sleepwalker

Every step, every action taken

Will be judge

Condemned despised by all

Slowly piece by piece

Things are going down

Still I stayed on for years until

I could not take it anymore


Habitual Destruction

All that commotion

Energy being put into

This eternal pattern of

Being a victim

And then eventually

Repeating it all over

Again and again

Like time had not passed

And the river not moved

The Thing of Being

Frustration is hereditary

And depression as well

Just a few moments

In the sun

Then endless

Landscapes of grey clouds

The sun sets and the night

Starless and windy

Sets in

Mishaps

I did not know if I did

Anything wrong or

Just happened

To be in her way

Everything from that point on

Was my fault

Again and again

For the last ten years

What an awful way

To waste ones life