My hands
I can see
My breath
I can hear
I am alive
But not in here
I feel
And I think
I can feel a tear
I am alive
But not in here
Not inside
Where I lay dead
Where I suffer
I cry in dread
Given in
I can't go on
Living knowing
All I've done
Living
Breathing
Dead inside
I cannot continue to hide...
I am alive
I think I hear
I'm not dead 'cause
I feel the fear
JE LEEST
Disillusioned: Poetry Collection
PoetryA smattering of my poetry, old and new. Be warned, they're dark, raw, real, emotional, spiritual, biased, prejudiced, horrid, and most of all disillusioned. Enter if you dare. Copyright © 2014 by Joy Cronjé All rights reserved. No part of this book...
