poetry

Silvia



Silvia


I left her smiling at my door.
I could not love her anymore.
On my face, there was no frown
—a feeling like a fucking clown,

lying in her face,
leaving her inside a maze.
Church bells won’t be ringing.
I am a basket case.

The girl who’s taking all the blame
will live her restless life in shame,
always wearing her disguise,
but she’ll see right through your lies;

lying in her face,
leaving her inside a maze.
Church bells won’t be ringing.
I am a basket case.

It's the final hour;
my time is up;
the joke is on me,
and lies just stop.

It was always meant to be
—to set you free, girl, can’t you see?
There are only three things left, I sigh:
illusion, empty wealth, and I.

Illusion, empty wealth, and I

—lying in her face,
leaving her inside a maze.
Church bells won’t be ringing.
I am a basket case.

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Vincent Van Zandvoort
Vincent Van Zandvoort

Vincent Van Zandvoort is a writer of poetry, prose & short fiction. Science fiction - fantasy - supernatural - thriller - drama. ©️ Copyright 2020-2023. Vincent Van Zandvoort. All Rights Reserved.


Poetry / Prose
Poetry / Prose

I compose poetry and prose about the disappointments of life; dishonest people we come across; crushed hopes and expectations; the corruption that lies within everyone, but also lighter stuff.

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