Rue

By Vincent Van Zandvoort | Poetry / Prose | 24 Sep 2023

Rue

Goosebumps.
I feel you are near.

Crying like a child.
I wish you were here.

The lions inside my heart
have been turned into lice.

The cage I am still living in.
I feel death coming, and I’m giving in.

My brain melts
when I’m reminded of before.

“Turn it into gold!”
“Turn it into gold!”
I hate my fucking war.

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.