The house of power is gone
Replaced by temporary shelter
Before demolition
That will make room
For more power
In a different shape
A madman made this
Possible
Leftovers
Temporary Terror
The ducks keep away from me
Realizing the danger
They scream in anger
Beforehand they settle into
The cold water of the Baltic Sea
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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
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Memories From A Broken Life
Watching the coffee drinkers
In a the chic café
The noise of people
Talking with muted
Voices
Quiet violence rushing
Into my ears
Hurting them
Memories of the terror
From earlier years awakens
Memories of torture day by day
Writing in subtle language
That do not heal the broken
Mind and heart
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Evening in Fear
All that anxiety
All the pain
That keeps the body together
In fear of falling apart and
Of losing the
Little control
That is left
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Suddenly
The streets are quiet
Tonight, people trying
To make their way home
We are still trying to
Understand
The dead and the injured
It could have been me
Or anyone walking by
Not taking notice of
Death approaching
In high speed
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