Abendstunde

Die Sonne sinkt auf des Tales Grund
In samtne Wiesengründe
Wie deine Lippen auf meinen Mund,
wann immer er offen stünde.

Es legt sich bald der Fuchs zur Ruh,
In den Schoß der warmen Erde.
In meinem Schoße, da ruhst du,
Bis auch ich schläfrig werde.

Leis streicht der Wind durchs Blätterdach,
Die Welt in Schlaf zu wiegen.
In deinen Armen werd ich wach,
Will immer bei dir liegen.

Das Käuzchen bewacht das Tal im Dunkeln,
 Aus der Krone einer Weide,
Über uns die Sterne silbern funkeln,
Heut gibt es nur uns beide.

Between the Lines

Everyday struggles hold me up
Inside I'm weaping
New decisions, new missions
Badly dreaming
I can not stop
I'm bleeding out
See you in a vision

Is it real?
Is it really you, I need?

And who needs me?
Where is the safe place to hide?
Where is the one by my side?
Do we go together so well?
Are you still the same, the one I fell
For?

You see, the struggle is real.
Every moment I feel
And I feel every moment
And everything
I can't stop feeling
And thinking a thing.

I feel lost and alone while I should not
I feel happy and loved, but I can not
Forget
the darkness inside my head.

I try
And the harder I try
The darker I dye
My dreams and thoughts
And I cry
Tears on my blanket
Tears on my face
Tears everywhere.
No one cares.

Where is the woman I once was?
There's only the girl left inside.
Where is the fighter I worked hard to be?
The armour is gone and lost is the fight.

Left is the struggle
The pain
Left is to get up
Again and
Again



I wrote this poem in November 2017, but could not publish it, for it hurt to much. Now over a year later, I come to realize, that it was the last thing I wrote in here and that it fits under other circumstances still very well. This time its not the person by my side, that makes me feel this way, but a quarrel between myself and the world outside.