Sergei

My little everything you were!

There was no moment 

that was not overwhelmed

by this sweet stare

of your big eyes,

the purr like dove

you made by touch surprising,

the love you gave me, 

so unconditional

it stole my heart!

My little everything you are!

I still hear all the sounds

you made around me,

the way you waited at the door,

the happy run into the kitchen, 

when I was meant to follow

and give treats...

I see and hear that all still!

My little everything you will be!

You'll hang around my neck,

the necklace with a piece of you, 

your sweetest soul 

will fly around me,

because we're bound together-

you and me,

my little boy, 

my sweet love, 

my forever Sergei!

Har glemt

Det gjør så vondt
å tape dagene,
bortkastet
i det samme mørket.
Hodet fullt av
tanker helt urolig,
når blir det fri
av dette alt?
Lys var før,
i begynnelsen,
inn i sjelen,
bakk så langt før.
Nå er det bare
overskyet,
kun tåke
og en evig natt.
Og spiler ingen rolle,
at ute sola skinner,
at fuglene flyr fri
med vårens sang.
Alt dette er
så bort fra øynene,
så bort herfra,
og åpnes ving'ne ikke mer....
Har glemt
hvordan å fly!

Anxiety

There's always something,
a pain, a symptom or a faint,
no rest for the mind, no break,
anxiety's cruel brush and paint.

Dark walls, no breath to take,
a neverending cycle vicious,
panick attacks blend in the mix,
not exactly a life delicious.

But not the fear is so bad,
nor all the false alarms,
it's the tiring exhaustment,
the loosing hope, that harms.

Anxiety's most evil part.