looking for her in the streets
where she used to walk at night
in her long grey dress
and her black boots, nothing else
she didn't have a home
not a simple place to sleep
she fed herself from the streets
walking passed the dumpsters
I haven't seen her for a long time
her presence used to calm me down
now searching for her just to know
that she is still alive
looking for her in the streets
where she used to walk at night
I found her note of agony
soaked in blood and tears
she left this world in pain
cutting her own wrists
to get rid of everything
this world has done to her
16-12-05
mamsiemomo: | Zondag, december 18, 2005 22:21 |
pppfffff heel erg heftig! Blij dat het fictie is, maar besef dat 't gebaseerd is op onze huidige maatschappij,..helaas...!! | |
Augustijntje: | Vrijdag, december 16, 2005 22:58 |
prachtig geschreven! x! |
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~Punika~: | Vrijdag, december 16, 2005 20:47 |
Heel mooi gedicht, zet me aan het denken... Liefs Ineke |
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Auteur: Benjamin de Rooy | ||
Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 16 december 2005 | ||
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