Carolin Schwab

Way of a poem

An aim to fulfill

Writiní Ďbout beauty

But itís out of reach

 

Poem

In the beginniní

Nice and sweet

Changes itís direction

To where Iím goiní to seed

 

Go to seed in loneliness

Self-destruction hate

 

Whereís the sweetness gone

Has it left my thoughts

Has it left my soul

Has it left my body

 

Is there anything left

Of this wide-eyed faith

In life being something

To be enjoyed

 

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 07/14/2006.

 

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