my poem


The black water
in the deep sea
which has hunted me
for such a long time.


I always knew 
it would cross my way.
When I have looked down
into the black water,
the reflection has not been there,
too dark,
to give something back.


The black spots 
on the meadow
are coming closer.
They're surrounding me
from all directions.
Infecting my mind and my world. 


Why my world?
My head, my head
I'm turning, turning
in a spiral,round and round.
A lot of questions, tumbling around
and I never will the answer find.
The voice is gone.

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