My Problems
My problems have declared war on me!
Their purpose – my destruction.
But I am not the soldier,
I recognize my fault
and I am handed over to them without fight.
My enemies are not noble.
They will not spare me.
In a gloom of their prison
nothing is visible.
Also nothing is not audible there.
They play a terrible game.
They compress around me like a loop,
They inform joyfully, that new troubles
Will soon appear for me.
But I have deceived them!
When they departed, I prayed.
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