Gedichte Über Nacht - Seite 52

how does it feel to live with pain in the chest,
feeling lost and lose your best
part of your world?
It is awful, they hurt.

how is it possible to feel empty and
feeling down all the time the world tend
to fade away so the only way
to feel alive is to stay.

Yes, you suffer and your life is hard
but don't turn your pain into hate
don't let that start
to change your state.

You are weak. You are dumb. You are shit.
Killing people isn't an act of strength
it is an act of shit.

You are a piece of shit killing people.
Terrorist, gunman, monster.
Whatever they call you,
I'll call you weak because you haven't the courage to change your pain into something beautiful.

Nachtwichte

Wolkende Wesenwichte
tanzen durch wilde Träume,
wollen die Ruhenacht
mir streitig machen,
betanzen wirr
mein Freigemüt
und sind mir dabei
nicht mehr hilfreich,
wenn ich halb verloren
zur dämmrigen Frühe hin
nur noch das
aufgehende
Zentralgestirn
ersehne.


©Hans Hartmut Karg
2019

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