I could have all the riches in the world
But if I did not have health
If I did not have love
If I did not have truth
If I did not have justice
What would it matter to me?
Now you’re gone
and the void remains
Now you’re gone
and pain is all that’s left behind
Silence and agony
Because that what never was
and never will be
Not now
I tear myself to pieces
slice and peal off my skin
Drink a thousand bottles of whiskey
to hush the child within
Heal the wounds and ulcers
not made by me
I was innocent
just programmed
not to be free
Having lived in the dark
I am frightened of the light
And seeing clearly
no one
by my side
To walk on alone
into the unknown
Away from monsters
attacking at night
To find myself
finally
in the midst of
broad
daylight.
Kirsten Zeemeermin 