War
People hiding, running, dying
The raid around me disperse them
I stand in the middle; see how everything around me breaks apart
The fear, the pain and the sorrow in other people’s eyes
Helpless I stand there and I realize
I don’t satisfy on the demands to die
What’s so different about me?
Why don’t they choose me as victim of their war?
Alone in a mass of people
Watching till the last one’s disappeared
I stand there all alone
And no one cares about me
Reacties op dit gedicht
| William L: | Zondag, september 05, 2004 19:44 |
| I must agree with Lien. 'cause look around, maybe it's hidden from you. Than look in some boxes and behind a table. But I can insure you, there are people who care about you. I for one. | |
| Wicked Soul: | Donderdag, juli 29, 2004 15:21 |
| Well, it's strange you haven't got reactions on this one yet. Zullen we nu verandering in brengen, toch? Het is een prachtig gedicht. Diep en pijnlijk, maar overdonderend mooi. Hey, there are people here who want to care for you. People who want to share. If you want. Take care of yourself. Owkeej? Warm embrace, -Lien.- |
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| Auteur: Dead Eternity | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: cartooneke | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 27 juli 2004 | ||
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