Nonwords
I: Why am I struggling to unlive a life that I don’t want to?
God: …
I: I’m a grown-up now. Just tell me why.
God: …
I: I hate everything and myself.
God:…
I: OK, don’t you think it’s high time for you to finish me?
God: …
And I lived thousands of years afterwards!
Guest writer.
Copyright2007
Tags: Poetry
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december 3, 2007 at 9:19 pm
This poem is from my guest, an Iranian friend. If somebody has a warm heart for poetry (and a keen eye for talent), I could send him or her some of her other impressive though a bit heavier poems, she would be very pleased!
december 4, 2007 at 2:23 pm
Mooi gedicht,
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gideon
december 4, 2007 at 3:03 pm
Ik zal regelmatig wat van haar werk plaatsen!
(en ik mail je een selectie!)