Gedicht wat ik een tijdje geleden heb geschreven, heb er nog geen titel voor kunnen bedenken:
It feels like there is
something, thats killing me slowly.
Like a poison
spreading trough my
vains.
And im the one allowing
it to be there,
that the one who is
making the poison isnt be stopped
my heart that is.
It is a mix of fear,
mistrust and untruthful things.
It is strangeling me, my
heart is in pain
it trys to keep beating
but almost cant stand
the pain.
It slowly turns into
black
light is fading
and I know I have to do
something.
Before the light is gone
al away
bring things to the
light, show the truth.
That will make the light
grow
but somehow I just seem
unable to do it!
So Im suffering in
silence
and keep at this pase.
As long I can take,
unil I break up or break trough.
26-09-2011 om 12:49
geschreven door JaMe 
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