One day I’ll be gone.
I will fly away and just give a wink to the setting sun.
One day I’ll take the plane to a world of peace,
blue skies, eternal sunshine and love …
Love, love, love.
Inside of me, there’s something very wrong.
I’m so tired of fighting,
so angry to forgive,
so sad to smile.
It feels like it’s too late to wake up.
Just too late.
Why have the birds stopped singing?
Why are my flowers all dying?
Why do dogs keep their distance from me?
Do they want to tell me something?
Or they just don’t love me anymore?
Nobody seems to understand what’s going on.
So I might be an alien or something…
Maybe my brain is slowly getting mad.
Am I getting crazy?
Loneliness is the worst cancer there is.
One day I’ll be gone.
I will fly away and it will be alone.
Ineke Verhagen
16 augustus 2025
zaterdag 16 augustus 2025
zaterdag 22 februari 2025
Me and meself
I wish I was a dancer.
I wish I was a singer.
But I’m just a dreamer about things that don’t exist.
I could have been successful.
I could have been powerful.
I could have been rich.
But my heart is filled with poverty.
I wish I was a bird
and could fly in the night.
I wish I were a stone
so I couldn’t feel pain.
I’m only a second-hand mirror
which has been broken a thousand times.
I could have been someone.
I could have been an artist.
I could have been a painter.
But I’m not even a writer.
My mind is speechless
and my words are useless.
I’ll just keep searching and praying
that one day I will find myself.
Door Ineke Verhagen
21 februari 2025
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