You are still young
not in years, but
at heart.
You love your life,
you’re free to walk,
go out,
to dance, to laugh,
to sometimes cry,
you live!
But then all hell breaks loose.
Chaos in the world,
chaos in your head.
The streets empty,
your freedom gone.
No knock on your door,
no coffees with friends,
no hugs are allowed.
Slowly but surely
your zest for life disappears.
You don’t dare to say,
you may not want to stay.
Lonely, fearful, without hope
you take them all,
you go to sleep
to never wake up.
At least you’re now free,
free from the chaos in the world,
the chaos in your head.
From the Pen of ... 