There once was a fast weed
that had a special need...
It was but a suicide note
left to direct the living...
My memories are disappearing,
From inside of me. My life is full...
I called a friend, standing in awe,
after the one who practiced law...
(English version)
Burning hoofs...
Another poem to my depression:
You are what I slip on...
January 28, 2016.
I didn't know I could heal...
With you being at a distance
demons creeping up...
I watch you as I sit, all alone by the window
Looking at the hills across the long meadow...
A man must stand for his values,
such time will come...
Her two crossed arms
Go round and round...
Oh thank you
For my special few...