This Chair in The Room
A chair in the centre of the room
Lonely... just standing there
It’s waiting to get used
Used for what it’s made for
Or used to the emptyness
Which started behind this door
The walls are white
High till the end is built
Waiting for the roof
The top of it’s life
Or the bottom
Of neverending deepness
Deep
Though heaven is above
But where we first need to fall
Into lonelyness to reach hands
For our heaven angel’s call
Space
Filled with nothing
The power of this chair
Marked in this room
Just to be there
Maybe once
It will be used
To stand on it
Reaching top of the roof
Where we make a dive
Into heaven angel’s life
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Lone Dreamer: | Zondag, december 14, 2008 17:54 |
| Wauw, een heel diepzinnig verhaal uitgewerkt rond 1 tekenend beeld... Schitterend verwoord. Liefs, LSD |
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| Auteur: RealMe | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 december 2008 | ||
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