vrijdag 20 september 2013


Swimming in circles,
War with the waves.
All but drowned
Amidst the flotsam
Of our love.

Clinching the debris
An inadequate buoy. 
Floating and drifting,
In the sadness of the sea.

Seagulls always hungry,
Preying on their renewed hope,
Praying for the moment
My struggle will cease,
Will sink to the bottom.

Vultures of the sea,
 My distress will still
Your hunger for triomph.
Now eat, devour,
Feast on my misery.

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