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Down, Down
days begin after midnight
can't remember when last slept
feeling ill and so uptight
the milk I drink
makes stomach turn
cigarettes smoked
and throat will burn
mind full of invisible faces
messages clear
wish I could leave
or just disappear
should I take the pill
that erases nothing
but dims my skill
or go with the flow
surrender with ease
till I'm down again
upon my knees
praying though I don't believe
heal me, heal me
I scream in despair
feel me, feel me
the nothing doesn't care
and just fucks me up
from here to there
my mate tells me to get a grip
he hasn't realized
it has long sailed, that ship
feedback van andere lezers- Magdalena
sterk en intens
as always
XXX
killea: Thanks, Magdalena
xx - otiske
Mooi gedaan, graag gelezen, groetjes.
killea: Thanks, Otiske
xx - aquaangel
hmm ik kabbel mee
killea: okay.....(don't know what that means but okay..)
xx
j - Klaver4
I hope your ship does not go down, down, deeper and down...
very beautiful!
me a bit mentally impaired today :o)
still smelling of burnt midnight oil..
xx
klaver4
killea: I know exactly what you mean!
xx
june - drebddronefish
Mooi dicht. Dat Engels is zoveel ritmischer dan het Nederlands. Ik voel sterke associaties met roemruchte songs. Vandaar dat ik ook soms de behoefte voel in het Engels te dichten.
groetjes
killea: Thank you very much for reading me and fb, Manuel
xx
June - marrik
XXX
killea: thanks
xx - Francis
Mooi jUne
x
killea: thanks, frans
xx
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