The Stinging Joy - A Poem
The stinging joy,
oh it hurts, the happiness.
Can I not live with it?
Can I not bear it's presence?
Or is it only in his absence
that I breath?
Poëzie_
oh it hurts, the happiness.
Can I not live with it?
Can I not bear it's presence?
Or is it only in his absence
that I breath?
Poëzie_
1 opmerking:
In the dying remnant of a laugh
I the Blind can see
the world torn apart and suffocating
As I inhale the cold breath of nihgt
Life - a broken mirror
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