Lost

Time passes quickly

What is the best thing

To do

What if…

The sky is getting darker

Gray clouds and some rain

Then the

Evening lights

And slow thoughts as a

Vague memory

Of another life

Past the Future

My time is lost

Passed out into

Nothingness and

Trivial procedures

That other finds

So very important

Feeling detached,

Feeling lost

Feeling frustrated

And castrated

The Road

Morning is always difficult

It is like being in a continuous state of war

Few positive rewards

Just a long walk

Never being able to relax

In The Darkest Hour

Life is pain

I said to myself

Just a lot of suffering

No meaning to it really

I thought

Trying to topple the grief

In my closed world

Avoiding any encouragement

To live on

Still in the middle of all that

Darkness some glimmer

Of hope lived on

And on

Keeping me alive throughout

The yearlong winter

Perspective

It is different to become older

Your perspective changes

The future becomes the past

In reality, creating a paradox

Whatever you do, knowing

That it will not result in a bright

And better future just more

Ability to carry the burden

Of being oneself

The Fire

Destruction comes as a surprise

No one expected

The burning cathedral

Fire is still burning

But again, this is not a lost cause

Eventually the spires

Will rise again

Many decades from now