The mother of all midlife crises

The mother of all midlife crises

I walk astray
and into walls
I search myself in the mist
Mirrors are steamed
and I forgot
who I am

I flee from thoughts
driven by hunger
I thirst for redemption
Everything tastes bitter and foul

I want to break
and revive
Nobody breaks me
I am a phoenix without fire

The source is dry
the force is missing
I wade through residu
of annoyance, impotence
and regret

How desolate
to see the light
but not the path

How lonely
to reach
but not to touch

Whenever the circle seems round
it spirals away
The purpose of the quest
is to get lost

I walk astray
and into walls
I search myself in the mist

Frank Robben (2017)
Posted in Poëm.

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