Back to reality

I am a bad person
by definition
I am a man

I exist
am I bad
I do need
to excuse my self
and my pitiful

To everyone I meet and
everyone I hurt by being me
I need to listen to how bad I am
there are no excuses

Empty like the empty street
I stand all alone in the snow

Inside my withered heart
Soon my temple will be gone
and forgotten
The wind will carry away
the memory
And the water will the void
of what was once me
That will be freedom
And I will no longer need
to excuse myself and my



I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts and the world ends. The winter is here and is so cold...

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Posted in #blogg100, March 2014, Poem, Poetry

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