Arch of Triumph
“We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no longer, we believe in the war.”
Erich maria remarque.
We live inside our inner trobles.
We try to deal with inner fears.
We lie, we speak the truth…
Whatewer…
I’ve seen the Sun today…
I have seen rainy shadows,
I’ve seen the rainbow,
Full of colours…
I am now dealing with my soul,
I do pretend sometimes…
That I am an actor,
Or speaker…
I do it…
Then i suffer…
Because my stage is here.
On this white page.
I write this verse…
It’s bleak and stressfull.
But…
I wan’t it to be less routine.
I’m melanchlolic now.
But someday…
I will be optimistic man.
I am a child.
With some creations.
I am a man of word.
I never promise,
If I cannot resolve,
The given word.
So…
Be safe and truly happy.
Be kind and do no harm.
Be loved and love your body.
Be strong.
And never stay in pain again.
When I refer to some creations,
I do believe in power…
That is obsolete.
I have been seeing for moment.
And have gone back to body,
To repeat…
My journey.
Like friend and relative…
My journey on this planet.
Like brother and my grannies pal.
Stay safe and never be exhausted.
Sometimes we do not give a shit.
But, when the time comes.
You’ll see slim shady,
That may forever…
Change your life.
07/26/2022
poetry for self-relief 