Anew

By Vincent Van Zandvoort | Poetry / Prose | 14 Jan 2024

Anew

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

As an author and a musician, I craft short stories, songs, poetry, and prose across various genres. My work delves into themes of disappointment, confusion, betrayal, corruption, grief, sacrifice, friendship, loyalty, and the boundless nature of love.

Poetry / Prose

As an author and a musician, I craft short stories, songs, poetry, and prose across various genres, including science fiction, fantasy, supernatural, thriller, horror, and drama. My work delves into themes of disappointment, confusion, betrayal, corruption, grief, sacrifice, friendship, loyalty, and the boundless nature of love. Here, you’ll find something that resonates with everyone.