Life...

Life is a strugle
every day you fight
but for what
for a little place
in which to lay your corpse
the soul disappears with a scream
from this world
in which there's no light
love and beauty.
why it happens
the wounded sould wanders
homeless
and looks for shelter
but no
the strugle goes on
and what
you can't fight forever
you need calm place
firendly help
love or
there was a time when
you find all that
now
alone and misunderstood
you ramble
why
waterfall of feelings
cascade of thoughts
and broken soul
and how long that way

02/11/2006