Dark Poetry

Dissociation

And time flies 

Day by day

Month by month

Deeper the wrinkles

Pains increase

The head drones 

The back a torture

 

 

Buy me!

Run faster!

Stay awake!

Work more!

 

 

And time flies

Cars honk

Evenings in LEDs‘ harsh light

Year by year passes by

For what?

 

 

The Box-spring

The package holiday 

The must-have anorak

And the wrinkles grow deeper

Despite of MesoAquaLaserTreatments

 

 

Then

An ice age

Accident disease death 

The shock brings stillness

Nothing that carries a meaning anymore

 

 

And the human finds his way back

To

Himself 

Inga Veit, Publizistin M.A. & Coach  |  ingaveit@web.de