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This Life (1)

door killea

This life



was not what I had dreamed of
where people you trust, abuse
when those you love, die,
people misuse, come and go
hurt, cheat, break your heart, lie
when beauty is more important
than brains, sisterhood unknown
the need to protect myself
with a weapon in my war zone
where money, drugs, slavery
are the languages understood
being different means inferior
once innocent souls, now made of wood
in this month of my anniversary
I take inventory, look with revulsion
insults echo, steadfast in my head
perhaps Freud was right:
"on the other side of attraction lies repulsion"

this life was not what I had dreamed of…

feedback van andere lezers

• jan
  keep dreaming because life is not a dream
  xxx
  j
  killea: I think I am dreaming sometimes Jan
  xxx
  j
• hettie35
  Veel van onze dromen komen niet uit, maar het kan hard aankomen,
  liefs Hettie
  killea: indeed it can Hettie love
  xxx
  j
• Rothe
  Mooi verdicht !!!
  killea: Many thanks Rothe
  xx
  j
• Danvoieanne
  gevoelig geschreven ...
  killea: many thanks Anne
  xx
  j
• andremoortgat
  Perhaps there is a solution
  in an other navigation
  killea: perhaps, Andre, perhaps
  xx
  j