Fear is a door.
Nothing means more.
Leaving my world behind.

Why can’t you see?
You matter to me!
Leave your world behind.

Love is a space.
A path with no trace.
A world of its own.

Heaven can be,
if you listen to me,
the same as way up high.

You’re new to me,
but I know who you are;
you were mine long before.

Look up at the sky.
Once again, eye to eye.
This day will surely end.

And just like before,
I will hold you once more.
The world has said its piece.

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Vincent Van Zandvoort
Vincent Van Zandvoort

Vincent Van Zandvoort is a writer of poetry, prose & short fiction. Science fiction - fantasy - supernatural - thriller - drama. ©️ Copyright 2020-2023. Vincent Van Zandvoort. All Rights Reserved.

Poetry / Prose
Poetry / Prose

I compose poetry and prose about the disappointments of life; dishonest people we come across; crushed hopes and expectations; the corruption that lies within everyone, but also lighter stuff.

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