Glue

By Vincent Van Zandvoort | Poetry / Prose | 22 Oct 2022

Glue

What is it about the outside world that turns me into glue? There's no one here to call on, re-dream of all the lessons; I can't turn into you.

My friends are gone; the hayday's ended; they're all banished from the throne. I've cried far more than I can remember. My heart was stolen too.

Stuck to the window, my eyes are forever watching the world go by. Undressed to remember. Old age has made such an impression.

I watch my ringless hand. I start to feel, to see, what has never happened, as I run free inside of your brain.

So, what is it about the outside world that turns me into glue? You'd have to walk outside, knowing I'm in it too.

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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.