Litteratur: Diktet Never Let Go

[Bonna86]

Whilst being weak and weary,

it's left for one to ponder,

like visions in the dark night,

which one never can disclose.

 

Yet one's heart tremble

is someone's manifest.

Like the testament of ultimatums

which will never be true.

 

Dare not speak the truth,

or it shall be buried.

Like the corpses floating down stream,

without being able to foresee what's coming.

 

Be proud my love.

Yet do not deny your faith.

Even if it doesn't include me.

Hold tight and never let go.

 

Whilst walking past shadowy lanes

and listening to that sweet murmur.

I'm not sure, not really.

A strike to the core which leaves me paralysed.

 

For all the world to see.

In this vast landscape of dreams and hopes,

where enemies cease to kill,

death is yet redundant.

 

Skrevet i 2008

Endret 3. mars 2010 av yvonne2