Gedichten

Eden

As a snail I move slow,
as I leave juice behind.
Sensors above my eyes,
lucid and streamlined.

Invisibly I drag my home
out of every men's eye.
Yet, everyone is aware,
of the very tiniest sigh.

Exposing my body
to deduce the harm.
Their sharp laughter
makes it impossible to arm.

Pink light beams shine
through the blinds of dark.
The dangers on the road,
I must be willing to embark,


to arrive in Eden.

Bella, 2017

Engelse gedicht door: Bella

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