Empty, Open Ending

By Vincent Van Zandvoort | Poetry / Prose | 6 Aug 2021

Empty

Her sorrow,
her words,
both became my own.
In silence, I slowly suffocate
as I sit home all alone.
The weary mirror looks like dying
and says I'm human waste.
Wandering down the same old lane,
it's time to cease to sell.
With an arm around my old friend, Pain,
I'll crawl back in my shell.

Open Ending

The sun never sets;
only when you stand still, it does.
Every day your dream will pass.
Every night, your faith will bend.
So stay in motion,
keep on moving,
until the end.

Poetry prose

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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.