Your image of yourself
so mingled with despair
Failed what you tried to start
while
your friends just left you there
There
where your hope seemed to run away
Hand in hand
With your allready fading dreams
And
Death
Seems the short way out
And
In a way it is,
But
Crying out your blood in hopeless stabs of grief
Is comfort-seeking all in vain
Can’t you try to look beyond the pain?
Don’t you ever see the birds?
Flying freely, leaving life renewed and with a smile?
I ask for
I don’t quite taste it in your words
Correct me if I’m wrong, but I am just concerned
Take a chance at life,
Learn to breath the freshness of it’s colours
Fight your way through all the black
and
May the wind be ever at your back
Yours sincerely
Tim Mooij
*love your work*