Contrition

By Vincent Van Zandvoort | Poetry / Prose | 15 Feb 2022

Contrition

I see the sun, now that I have seen what life could have been like if I had only won.

I hear the rain, now that I have cried forever without feeling the pain.

I feel the wind, freeing me from lies and demons; they've followed me for years, all seasons.

I feel the cold now. My feelings are frozen from the life I've chosen.

A lonely, heartbreaking, unwritten letter. How come only unanswered feelings matter?

There's a flute, a piano, and a calming string. There's nothing like dying in the bloom of spring.

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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.