The spaces in between
Life, so precious so bitter
the bile has reached my throat
write because I cannot speak
wrath silences this sinking boat
floating in the spaces in between
wronged by those
who should have done right
my ulcer flares with rage
pain robs me of my night
looking for spaces in between
tired of the constant fight
with the powers that be
mind makes lists of the bastards
who fucked-up constantly
invading my space in between
so let me rant and rave for now
seething with immeasurable ire
maybe I'll let it go, later today
move on to the place and retire
to the spaces in between
smaller and smaller, bit by bit
the spaces in between
feedback van andere lezers
we can be sure from 1 thing killea, one day it's over, for everyone of us, so I learned to see things relative, and there should be no one in this world who have to say what I have to do or think they know what I think because nobody knows what somebody's thinkink, dreaming or feeling. I try some Englisch feedback but think there are some mistakes, love xxx
killea: thank you sweetheart
tot je rust in jezelf her-vind
killea: thank you Alie
Pakkend. Ik kan me een situatie voorstellen die zoveel woede brengt en je duwt tot op het moment dat je er de brui aan wil geven. Ik weet niet wat jou zo ver brengt, maar het maakt je een schitterende dichter!
killea: Many thanks Ann, it is just the accumulation of the constant crap one has to face and live with these days sometimes makes me so angry.
Ik ben er stil van June
killea: many thanks Tessy
Waarom zo zwaar June, ben je ziek of gaat het je niet goed, sorry dat ik me zorgen maak omdat je zo zwartgallig schrijft.
Het is niet te min mooi geschreven
killea: thank you for your concern Willy, sometimes it just gets too hard, and often it is the little things that are the last drop!
rant and rave as you need
we listen, listen
killea: thank you Dora
killea: many thanks Yvonne
I feel the same...
killea: I know love,
Working your way up to the last space you ever gonna get.
And bet your ars, that nobody will stir you up in there.
It's your coffin.
(but not yet, wait a while)
killea: Thanks for feeding the fire! If I ever decide to recycle myself my arsE will feed the fish - but not today! Have you been degraded?