Hippie

She replied after ten years.

Her messages, like bombs, ruined my day.

Her journey's abundance, my new skills,

this Netflix whirlwind renders them surplus.

Crocheting teddy bears and dreaming about mountains again.

Five kids, but only one talks to her.

Did you ever wonder why? Did you ever care?

Did you ever realise how your actions

made you neglect your motherly skills?

Who would dare to ask what lies ahead for us?

Two guys, two countries, shattered lives.

We all desire goodness, yet in the end,

we drown in solitude to that extent

that we cling to gods, things, ideas.

Because there are no people, we have to hold on to something.

We lose learning, talents, jobs, lovers.

They vanish before sunrise.

We wake up alone in bed,

no one to talk to, no face in sight.

Alone and confused, everything will fade.

Like an ancient mist, it will disappear.

Sharing our stories with uncaring others,

is there a greater despair?

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Thank you for reading!