Old Sphere Sequence

By Vincent Van Zandvoort | Poetry / Prose | 23 Sep 2023

Old Sphere Sequence

Their black hearts are aching.
I think they can fake it.
They all want a piece of me.

My hands. They are shaking.
My bones. They are breaking.
You still want a piece of me.

They’re coming straight at you.
Don’t think you will notice.
You will obey the rule.

Though many will flee,
away from their eyes,
untouched by their lies.

Controlled by designs.
Their words are like mines.
Take your last step,
and swallow their crap.

An outside force.
History changed course.
Life path number nine.
It will all turn out fine.

Poetry

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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.