My Head

By Vincent Van Zandvoort | Poetry / Prose | 25 Sep 2023

My Head

You said it's in my head.
You thought I was just mad.
If I had told you no,
would you’ve laughed and let me go?

You looked into my eyes,
let me believe your lies,
and waited for my death.
You wanted me to die.

Oh God,
how much
will I be left with now?
Will you
help me?
I need you now somehow.

I hid inside my shell.
It seemed to go so well.
Living inside your head.
Dumb. Innocent. Dread.

You said it's in my head.
I’m still here and far from dead.
When I just looked at you,
I knew it was all true.

Everything was there.
You knew I had escaped,
and now I’m everywhere.
And now I’m everywhere.

Oh Lord,
how much
will I be left with now?
I’m here
for you.
Take me back somehow.

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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.