A Selection of Poems

Bad Luck

The world is

Dark and it is harsh

Can't see where I'm going

And then I fall into a hole

The pavement 

It has cracks 

Try to avoid them

But bad luck is intended

I walk slowly

And they push me

Stagger forward

And continue walking

Don't know where

I am anymore

Pitch black roads

And dying grass

A black figure

Trails behind

The sun it

Falls as well

And I see 

Something in the distance

I see you

Waving to me

Reach out my hand

Into thin air

Pull back

And keep on walking

Nothing, was all there ever was

The air I breathe

Is contaminated

Water, soiled

And I keep walking.