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Citaat:I try to write,
but my mind is empty.
There is war inside.
I close my eyes,
I see darkness around me,
and I'm feeling not free.
Something is holding me,
and I'm scared
Because I can't see
I try to run away
But my legs won't walk
So I've got to stay.
There's no escape,
I'm locked inside.
And now I am too late.
You can't help me
I’m sick inside.
But my mind won't let me be.
Eve_lien schreef:Misschien een ideetje om het de volgende keer op te delen in strofe?
Zo bijvoorbeeld:Citaat:I try to write,
but my mind is empty.
There is war inside.
I close my eyes,
I see darkness around me,
and I'm feeling not free.
Something is holding me,
and I'm scared
Because I can't see
I try to run away
But my legs won't walk
So I've got to stay.
There's no escape,
I'm locked inside.
And now I am too late.
You can't help me
I’m sick inside.
But my mind won't let me be.
Verder vind ik je woordkeuze niet altijd even 'spectaculair' maar dat is ook niet altijd nodig.
Je gedicht spreekt: je hebt het mooi opgeschreven.
Succes ermee!!