MyFeelings 14 '21 years slept '(Poetry by Enrique)
One day you wake up...
Where have the years gone? Lost, slipped in time.
Sometimes you realize how old you are, how long you've lived somewhere. What you actually achieved and where you might have missed the boat. Also regrets, regrets about things that you could not and can do so much about. By illness or by other things that are for you. This happens to me regularly, my days are short, the nights long. Fatigue and drowsiness of the medicine, often slips my day. One does not have to feel sorry, it is just the case. But what could have been and should not have been. Your dreams that haven't come true. Illusions like a bubble pricked up. In July, I turned 44, and the midlife is apparently starting. 23 is only a day ago. Plenty of life, a job, another house, driver's license, car and a Friend. And when you fly high, you can fall deep. Enrique got sick. (that rhymes) I'm not depressed anymore, very gloomy often is. My ADD also plays extra on it, it is connected to each other. In the chaos in your head, the deafening silence, another day, a week, a month. And this is the inspiration for my poem:
21 years slept
21 Years slept,
as if in a daze passed.
Between sleep and awakening,
