15 may 2013
The Flying Dutchman
I'm losing hope.
I close my eyes and fly in the air over the unfulfilled promises.
I'm breaking up the anchor, going away hastily.
The thoughts are rolled like sails in stormy weather.
Some of them are just the tattered illusions sadly waving in the wind.
And it would be so beautiful- I think in loneliness
I feel the waves of disappointments overflowing .
Are there the drops of sea water on my face or maybe only tears?
Feelings have the destructive force of a tornado.
Dreams about a safe harbor vanished in the fog of helplessness and grief.
I do not know the meaning of the word “peace”.
Distrust sentences me for another journey.
It is impossible to forget
Dissolve in reality - to become nothingness
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