The Writers' Circle

Every moment feeds upon my mind
And behind my eyes are only nightmares
I fear the rest before sleep
When thoughts turn deeper and the betrayal
It hurts
Didn't expect it. Didn't know
Until the last minute
What.
Nightmares shoot behind my eyes
The deep pain in my chest
What relieves pain? I wonder
If the great lovers were all lies.
What is Love?
A song sung by a naive child
Or are they innocent?
Are things the same or different?
How is it the same for me and not for you?
Questions over and over like a monotonous drum
When does it cease, when does it all end.
I go on with making tea and yet I cannot go on.
Why must it be the same?
Can I have
a moment's
rest.
Silence is my enemy. It feeds my nightmares, gives them strength.
I drown in what is unknown.
The familiar is repulsive
Do you lie, on your own,
In self inflicted torment
As I do?
All are sad, all are destroyed
Lend me an ear, not a mouth from which
Spews all the usual words
As tea is poured and set in shaking hands.
Wishes are abandoned here.
When I last saw you, I did not see you,
Until you were in front of me.
How many years will pass until I do not see you at all?
The nightmares are growing
They are in front of my eyes
All you think is safe and real
Is dragged from under your feet
By reality.
We live in our dream worlds, each passing by the other,
Never seeing, the eyes that are blind with perspective
How can you see ?