A Poet Never Sleeps

One day you will be faced with the impossible. When you become afraid, become inspired.

30 November 2013

And I lose my reason to cry

Love, Anger, Hate,

These I can feel

With these I can processe


But this silence

As if everything as stopped

What do I do with it


It washes over me

And reduces me to tears

You caused it


Everything that made me

Is now gone

You were the first to leave


Now nothing is left

But the silence

So cold and empty


Now I search for something

To fill the void

And it works


Movies and book

A few candles

And something sweet


A good friend

A quite night



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