The Wish
How was I to know
that it gets stored
where the stories go?
Emptiness in me.
Great place to hide.
Clasp a view that died.
Beggars only take.
Their hands have failed.
Can lips learn to fake?
I don't buy that's me.
Why am I here?
My soul cannot see.
The moon lights my face.
My cold sunbeams.
I'll just run in dreams.
Unloading in bed.
I love my life.
I wish I was dead.
The past makes me see.
Now I am you.
And you will be me.
Your voice left my ears.
I am fine now.
I will cry somehow.
The Wish
By Vincent Van Zandvoort | Poetry / Prose | 31 Aug 2024
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Vincent Van Zandvoort
As an author, I craft short stories, 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
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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