Falling into Darkness
Falling, falling over and over again.
Trying to stand up, trying to go on.
Running, running away from that Black Hole,
Flying from grief and pain.
Darkness has taken me and poisoned my soul.
Frozen tears and nowhere to go.
Never before I've felt so alone.
Lost and no return to Home.
That place I've lost when I was wandering in dreams.
Dreams that flow and go...
Trying to stand up, trying to go on.
Running, running away from that Black Hole,
Flying from grief and pain.
Darkness has taken me and poisoned my soul.
Frozen tears and nowhere to go.
Never before I've felt so alone.
Lost and no return to Home.
That place I've lost when I was wandering in dreams.
Dreams that flow and go...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The unreachable: | Vrijdag, augustus 15, 2003 12:14 |
| Nicely done! | |
| Rino Saurus: | Dinsdag, augustus 12, 2003 19:44 |
| I couldn't disagree more! :-p Dichten in het Engels vergroot gewoon het publiek, vooral als het zo subliem en foutloos gedaan wordt. ;-) Wie zegt trouwens dat ge maar één eigen taal kunt hebben?? I feel like being at the least one third Anglophone myself. XxX |
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| Laurens Windig: | Maandag, juli 28, 2003 12:07 |
| Zolang men niet in eigen taal spreekt of schrijft zal onduidelijkheid zich blijven openbaren! | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Soulles | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 28 juli 2003 | ||
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