thinking is futile

I’m walking on
Drifting
Only in my thoughts
There is sunshine

© Dominik Alexander / 2024

Sonnet #70: Crisis

Those times are crying for some kind of crisis
The climate changes and the days get worse
Imagine noon and food without some spices
Meanwhile this generation acts diverse

© Dominik Alexander / 2024

two more rows

tomorrow will be another day to try
tomorrow will be another day to sigh
tomorrow will be another day to expect
tomorrow will be another day to reflect

Dominik Alexander / 2024

Earl Grey is my Pain Killer

I’m not seeing what I write
I concentrate on my teeth
Constantly observing my jaw

© Dominik Alexander / 2024

Sweating Out My Anger

The political scene is boiling over
Weather does its best
To keep up with the moods on the streets

© Dominik Alexander / 2024

Sonnet #58: Garbage

For hours trapped with egoists in train
They talk without a pause and drink their beer
Their smell of garbage drives me fast insane
There’s nothing greater to enjoy in here

© Dominik Alexander / 2024

Sonnet #37: Changes

The times ahead of us won’t ever see
The struggles and the pain we felt in war
With ourselves we never could agree
It doesn’t matter what we’ve got so far

© Dominik Alexander / 2023

Burning Memory

Simply leave the curtain down
He said
Tearfully
Then wiped his eyes

© Dominik Alexander / 2023