STRUGGLES

this life of ours
moments so repetive

..yet again pondering

are we only living
in endless misery

walking in circles
repeating history
fighting for suffering
fighting for agony

or is there a place
for this mind of mine
where to some day find rest?
A pillow of comfort
where to leave my sorrow
but yet not cease to exist

trying hard
struggling
faithfully

this restless soul of mine
longing for a place
for only a moments rest..

And where is this place
for my mind
where to find
little bit of peace
moment time to sleep
just for a short time, rest

where is this place of silence..

..when life feels
just but a continuous test..

My lifes trajectory
is this my ensless curse
or the agony, of that "sweet" victory?

..feels like just repeating history..

And now typing this
for some reason

it almost feels like blasbemy..