Poems from vversluiev
Whirring, whizzing
My brain is ticking,
Thinking
The world is a dangerous place
Murder, suicide
Illness, fear
How do we create utopia?
Open arms
Waiting for me to leap
The chasm awaits
I try to leap
But my chains hold me back
Chained to barren rock
No escape
No reaching...
From the wings
To the booth
The theatre is my home
To be there for life
Is a dream to come true
Apperently unreal,
Just a dream
But a...
Lying
on my back,
looking up
above, two angels
dark and light
hands extended
I know the choice I'm to make
but am unable to see
which is...