dinsdag 4 november 2014


A struggle it is

even if its against myself
and when I will think, I will break my heart
and when I have to look at what I feel,
I will lose my mind
there is so much time in this fight
that there is not much left in me                                                   
who conquers, I do not wish to discuss                                           
but inside it rips me apart,
in the open it’s bulging out
as surface tension

or the bulge
under which I bend,
a weight that I endure,
that I write away with many phrases.

what remains is some hope
that day after day
I stringently will divide.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere


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