Thoughts of a stranger
In the dark and foggy streets
Of London, big ol’ town
Just my footsteps you can hear
Disturbing the silent night
As I walk through
London’s dark alleyways
I feel the cold tonight,
As the shrill wind blew
Through my darkened mind.
Feel like shrinking in the night
Coughing with a shiver
Talking softly at myself
But it sounds so loud
It frightens me.
I hold back my pass
And stare at my feet
Listening to the silence
Of the foggy narrow street.
Rough voices cut the silence
Few people passing by.
I look over my shoulder
As they seem to vanish
In the darkness behind.
Voices remain for a while
Friendly as they sound.
I sigh, pull op my shoulders
Look carefully around.
Try to forget what it’s all about
Those voices, happy, loud..
‘t remains me of the friends I had
Again feeling somewhat sad.
I look forward the small cold street
And decide I shouldn’t stay.
My shoulders pulled up
A-lookin’ at the bricks
Wind blows through my hair
Hits me with it’s coldness
I’m speeding up my pass.
Dark, choking thoughts
Seem to fly around
In the foggy autumn-night
I’m trying not to think of it
Can’t leave them just behind.
Some happenings, some persons
And something inside of me
I look up at the stars in the sky
Never caught one in flight….
Some creepy feeling raises up
From deep inside my chest.
I feel my heart ache
More and more with every beat
‘tis freezing cold inside.
My heart and mind, a frozen lake
Frozen long ago.
My home, bless the Lord
I’m home again!
Reaching to my pockets
And searching for the key.
As I open the door
The wind blows in.
Close the door, take off my cloak
Put off my neckerchief.
Turn on the coal stove
Sit down and try to read.
Can’t concentrate me on my book
My thoughts still fly around.
I feel the need to get out again
And take a long, long walk.
In panic I take my book to read
And forget about all things.
My mind is doubting what to do
I can’t stay here and hide….
What should I do
What would be right?
Can’t hide inside forever
I’m searching for the courage
To judge my deeds and go.
It is like an endless flight
I know I cannot win.
Perhaps, perhaps,
The day will come.
Their day of victory.
Maybe I’m secretly hoping
They’ll success in searching me……
*Bericht: ik heb dit gedicht zelf geschreven. Ik heb al een tijdje met het onderwerp in mijn hoofd rondgelopen voordat ik het opschreef. Vertel wat je ervan vindt! Als jullie tips voor me hebben, posten!!! Vertel me hoe je denkt over de manier van schrijven, de sfeer, of misschien weet je wie de ik-persoon is, want ikzelf twijfel erover.
Het was namelijk weer zo'n gedicht dat vanzelf kwam. Ik heb niet nagedacht van 'goh laat ik die-en-die nu eens als ik-figuur nemen' dus........