Poll: Poem of the Month - Juli - Angst

Ik heb angst om je te verliezen,
maar ben ook bang om je te zien.
Onzeker over wat je zal gaan kiezen.
En dat ik je moet loslaten misschien.

Zijn we lovers zijn we vrienden?
Is het een eind dat we verdienen?
Hebben we alles achter de kiezen?
Want mijn hart is bang om je te verliezen.

her skin white as the ashes of a burnt willow tree
lips slightly parted, eyes staring blindly
up a ceiling with no endings

the mask hides truths of hideous places
the glazed over gaze of her irises a mirror to what happens on the other side
where shadows and talons grasp at her skin
and thousands of narrowed eyes watch as she sinks

the water of a ravenous ocean cold and salty in her veins
drowning her senses, choking off the desperate need for air
anxious she feels, hidden underneath that thick skin
alone for there is no savior to erase the shadows
to stop this horrific display of her dreams

for no one else will see
what hides beyond the glass of her tears
all the while she stares
up a ceiling with no endings