It’s a mistake to Want to be alone,
In the darkness of the tunnel of your thoughts,
Even a small candle, lit by someone who cares,
Can save you from life threatening nightmares,
From the cold, from the trembling fright,
From becoming, a solid pillar of stone,
Without feelings, without light
All alone, like a frightened child,
In the middle of the Night.
No Greta,
It’s not good to be Alone,
No one to hold your hand,
Or help you find your way Home.
Oh God!Creator,Of Heaven and EarthSo that we see notThe End of Days!Save us, Help us,Remove the EvilThat tries to killAll love, all birthOf truth, good feelingsThat must come backOur way, and stay.
Like an empty sigh,While Time swallowsMy time,And Poetry, just staresMe in the face,Saying,You’re mine and only Mine!
Now we are on straight free fall,Losing Country, reaching small,Lying, cheating, muddy crawlIs there no shame left at all?
But don’t it.We knowWhat is wrong,But we pursue it.We thinkWe are strong,But we blew it.How longAre we going to do wrongAnd still ignore It?Why can’t we say?Peace, yesI will pursue It!
Nor change the feelingsThat one’s got,And if they’re differentFrom the restAlone you’ll beAnd for the best,In your sweet,Individual nest.
The pain I felt was relentlessSharp, like the blade of a swollen knife.Goodness was his living Soul,Intelligence, his banner,Honor was his sacred goal,No man was ever finer.I miss him and I always willOur time together was so short,But in every poem I ever wrote,There is a part of him.He made me all I am today,For…
