Nightmare (My life-mare)
* Nightmare *
(my life-mare)
My life seems a long sleep
Sometimes just a nightmare
Time to wake up
No pretty happenings in here
Sleeping as long as life is during
Standing on a road with many ways
But by every road I take it stops
And just only that same sad face
Concluding this is no nightmare but just life itself
So damned pure but not as fair as it must be
Perhaps it’s a search to unlock this dream
For some free able key
But if this is really my Life
I like to wake up very soon
To get out of this breathing sleep
Sensations very deep
Because pain is only a great part
with no happy gleam
Even tears who cry for a torn heart
And for this disappointing dream
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Doortje Denker: | Vrijdag, november 02, 2007 13:23 |
| Heel herkenbaar, was het leven maar wat makkelijker... Gelukkig staat God overal boven! liefs Door |
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| Ebelientje: | Dinsdag, maart 13, 2007 11:22 |
| Mooi ik snap niet dat je geen reacties op hebt.. | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Manjula | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 januari 2007 | ||
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