Losing ground


Every time I try
I come back
To this point
The place where I feel lost
and helpless.
Now I am her again
In the suburb
All around me
ugly buildings
No peace of mind
only struggle within
I do not understand anymore
No who am I
Why do I always fail
What is happening
Inside me?


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.

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Posted in #blogg100, 2017, Black, Poem, Poems, Poetry

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