Cleaning out the pain
The loss,
Humiliation
Being asked to accept
Being declared sick and incompetent
By the people I trusted and loved
Just nothingness and a realisation
That everything will get worse
In the autumn
Grey Days
Processes
How I wish that life
Did not include
So much pain
So much suffering
So much wasted life
But here I am incapable
To change anything
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Evaporate
Hard times
Will be followed
By more hard times
Never ending
Eternal, evaporating
You and all your
Memories into the
Thin air
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All Of Us
Having a role to play
You move towards
The hill humbly
On your knees
Suffering is a sort of Christian branding
Part of the show
Without suffering no Christ
Without the cross no
Standing up from the dead
Only an odd man living long
Time ago
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Meaning of Life
Maybe life has a meaning
But in the end it does not
Matter
It still too much suffering
To be worth it
Meaning for whom
What agenda drives
Your meaning
Your country, The church
Or maybe Ayn Rand
Never mind in the end
Is not worth it
You die alone
Anyway
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Absent Existence
Abstinence from life
Abstract thinking
Ambivalent ideas
Animated conversations
Winter in the city
Among blackened snow
And icy spots
Spring still distant
No sun
Thousands shades of gray
Black and white
This is what hell
Could be like
.
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Leave me alone
Life is so short
With so little meaning
And so precious to some
But not to me
I am just breathing
Life is pain and suffering
Life is never getting through
Life is the early mornings in the
Subway¨
So gray that it could fill a lifetime
With despair
Life is the coughing in the
Next room
Realizing that you are going
To loose and get old
Life is being alone
No one will ever be on your side
That is my life experience
Life is being told “it will be fine”
Just another lie, a stupid lie
Let me be
Let me hate in peace
Leave me alone
But with enough opportunity
To manage my own
Life
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And so
Life is pain
Just pure pain and suffering
But not always
There is something in between
Sometimes
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My chains
Why is life so painful
why is everything so ugly
why am I here
My chainsÂ
has linked me
to other people
that wil never
let me go
even after their own
bodies has decayedÂ
and decomposed
In my mind they are
alive and still fresh
I hope things will
change
But this is notÂ
likely to happenÂ
anytime soonÂ
therefore I have
lingered in the darkness
of my soul
I have hidden in their mind
living their life for them
I will not anymore
even though I will not be free
I will always try be me
and try to be free
but they areÂ
