Inner-struggle!
On my highest mountain,
where I stood still for a moment
to observe
what was below me:

History of My Earth, which I have created,
inner wilderness,
epicenter
of inner-struggle.

Above and below stands
the jungle I have planted:
things under the moss,
the secrets from my inner-struggle.

Jungle paths no one knows.
It just begins! Just reflect!

Inner-struggle,
I am lost.
God forgot the world
when He created the future.

2020-06-20 by E.

Waves spit ebb and flow,
the free bird cries out
over a deserted piece of gray ocean.

Golden sand sculptures crumble as salty water fills their grooves,
a pink shovel is swept away to the black cellar of the sea.

Reminds me of;
a green child in me, who once built castles,
lost in the desert,
like shark teeth in Cadzand.

2024-07-31 by E.