I threw a rock and it hit me in the back of my neck.
Walked silently down life’s corridor in my stream of day’s of wreck.
I would so much like to go beside you all of my life.
Told you many times, come on now and be my wife.
Seen so much of a fragile world, made it so myself, I say.
Your entrance in my life, changed the world and it filled up glory in my day.
I tried the best I could and it brought only the worst of me.
It seems to me the oblivion days are gathering to meet me there.
Soon there will be no evidence of my ever being here.
I can tell this, so much in me has been so misunderstood.
I have such difficulties to write down as usually, my thoughts have turned to wood.
I bare my feelings naked outside my face and my inner is shattered to pieces.
Don’t seem to care for much for anything anymore, it will all turn until I decease.
Looked so many times behind me but knowing, I should have been right here with more faith.
A facade with no visible cracks just the traces of tears flowing downwards shows, it’s all much too late.
Tomorrow is just another day that should have been a yesterday.
The turn of the clock and the spinning world is leaving me nothing more to say.
Cascading in my hell in sheer desperation with only one thing in mind.
As I laid eyes on you, your beauty dazzled me and for good I went blind.
Shouted out loud!
Helle, I can’t hope!
I can’t cope!
I can’t find the way home.
Maybe I am meant to end up alone.
” Why can’t I hope ? ” draws together and re-works many of the strands from Jan’s oeuvre . His work displays its ,by now, familiar raw-edged authenticity . Evocations of loss ,longing and disappointment and the often elusive hope provide the sinews and muscles of this distinguished and distinguishable Corpus of poetry.