Här har vi en dikt om vardagens enorma utmaningar som att städa lägenheten. Visst det låter så trivialt men vad som är lätt och svårt varierar mellan olika personer och att få andra att begripa det hör till vad jag givit upp för många år sedan.
Some of us feel so much - Even a fantasy with cute dogs searching for fish nets in a storm and a dog full with evilness stealing an orange makes us cry for hours
Stupid really but we are dumb people
Other things u cry even worse thinking about - dying trees, starving people and u self.
In a apartment straight from hell filled with pain, depression and stress stored from years of constant torture.
Filling it with tears
And u wanna leave
It is easy to let go worse
Slipping the pain of touching
Someone says u gotta do all other things at the same time it got even harder
It doesn't help someone says it is easy.
They all so practical people navigating around papers, planing and all that.
Making bad things true closing cute doors instead of solving one thing at a time.
Letting dumb blackness in
Then u don't manage to both sell home and navigate to a new one at the same time
Making it just to many things at the same time
And now u foot, a fat thing in u back and u knee ache a bit
And u feel the shadow of the chronic depression again though it wasn't were yesterday or for almost a year
And u know u want do anything for at least two weeks
Waiting to get a bit of u strength restored
Instead writing dumb none commercial poems -
While u cry plenty over cute dogs which only painful things happens to now -
No giving oranges in love.
Instead drowning trying to find fish thats are all gone.
So all the pups will starve to death.
And thats says it all!
In the dark u blind and see no cute smiling possibilities.
In the dark it's all scary
To much navigation
Might a sextant would help?
But u don't have one and u don't know how to find or craft one.
U have nothing useful pointing the way.
Fler dikter jag skrivit.
