Do you
feel it too?
That feeling of
defeat
that just
cuts you off,
pushes you
so that you
fall on your knees -
your hands bleeding
for catching yourself
in the meantime.
You're
defendless.
You can't
stand up
or move
from the spot.
You just kneel there,
with your hands scratched,
waiting for someone to
pick you up and
treat your wounds.
But
that someone
won't show up.
Because she's
defeated.
Scratched.
Alone.
Are you?
YOU ARE READING
The Questions (and Answers, Maybe)
PoetryThis is a poetry book about questions I have on my mind almost all of the time. It's about poetry itself, my feelings, my points of view on some hard topics and more. It's very personal for me, but I know that many other people think about these thi...
