The unavoidable regression

blossomed between midnight and

the smell of coffee in the morning

at the start of the seventeenth day

Thrown back into the indignation

that seemed to be watering down

with every moment of wasted time 

Now aware that pain is here to stay

For I have seen a glimpse of her

through the eyes of an online 

big brother-like surveillance site

Wasting hours watching the sea

rush to the windy Texel* shore

nowadays there’s no way to hide

My eyes get tired of looking

for the one that disables my

rational way of behaving and

holds the key to my locked-up pride