Scholieren.com forum - ik weet niet of ik deze wel mag plaatsen...

want ik heb m zelf (helaas) niet geschreven. maar ik vond m zo mooi dat ik m graag met jullie wou delen. hij is van mijn vriendje.

Now and then I‘m scared, when I seem to forget
how sounds become words or even sentences...
No, I don’t speak anymore and what could I say,
since no-one is there and there is nothing to say...

So, I prefer to lie in darkest silence alone...
listening to the lack of light, or sound,
or someone to talk to, for something to share...-
but there is no hope and no-one is there.

No, no, no... -not one living soul
and there is nothing (left) to say,
in darkness I lie all alone by myself...,
sleeping most of the time to endure the pain.

I am not breathing a word, I haven´t spoken for weeks
and yet the mistress inside me is (secretly) straining her
ears.
But there is no-one, and it seems to me at times
that with every passing hour another word is leaving my
mind...