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
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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