The past not so distant from me,

Overwhelms my present consternation.

The Medusa whispered to me

An inaudible incantation.

How could the Gods punish me?

For what was not meant to be …

How could my love forget me?

When I never asked to be free.

My mood trapped in Norwegian daylight,

The sun shines but the rays nowhere in sight.

Only dim, only a soft illusion of hope …

As I roll down the steep mountain slope.

A false hope camouflage my inner peace,

That someday my anguish cries will eventually cease.

The mighty Medusa slowly seized my mind

Fear overpowered my thoughts, logic turned blind …

Every strand of hair turned into a snake

Every person near and far appeared to be fake,

Trust remained buried six feet under,

Believing anyone became an absolute blunder.

Look nowhere, hear no one,

Speak less, no hearts to be won

For your own good, practice isolation

It will help, she said, with certain determination …

The Medusa in my head 

Turned my heart into stone.

A victim of injustice, she said, 

Should never have to atone.

The Medusa in my head 

Chained me to my very bed.

My desperate soul went too deep

My body lay still, I cried myself to sleep…

The mighty Medusa smiled softly

Sang me a song that broke me slowly.

First my will, then my desire,

From within extinguished my fire.

The Medusa in my head

Kept the fears in me well fed.

Till she crushed my broken spirit,

An empty vessel with nothing in it …