I am so tired
Tired to the bone
The mind is aching
For something
To put it´s energy at
I lost the inner presence
Of a meaning
Looking in the dark
With a lot of questions
Who am I
What do I want
Why do I live
All this questions
Are like echoes
Hitting me in the head
With their lack of answer


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, Black, change, Mindlessness, patterns, Poem, Poems, Poetry

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