donderdag 10 december 2015

Drowning















How I set my sails
tight with feelings
in the storm being
the foam on the waves
and irrevocable

drowning

in the whirlpool
to be dragged further
and torn apart
I feel myself being flooded
spread in droplets

drowning

in a sea of thoughts
I’m gripping
my parts together
to blow a whole new me
on the beach

someone is picking me up
as a shell
I listen to the morning.


© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere


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