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ein Feld, in dem Sie nach Herzenslust sperren
to feel the fear slip away
keep it in your head
the secrets of yesterday
the ones of the dead
trap your thoughts in a box
make sure they are never stolen
by a sly thieving fox
keep yourself barely broken
mended only by strings
your soul slips and cracks
the song it sings
gives my breathe back
before you sit and pray
look to the demon
forget what you're afraid to say
that you're hearts not beaten
a box in which to lock your heart
Published 8th Mar 2013
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8th Mar 2013 10:03pm
Great read, I thought it flowed really well. The very last line however I could take or leave in terms of the rhythm of the whole piece. Looking forward to seeing more of your work!
thank you :) the last line is just the title in english that is kind of what gave me the inspiration to write the poem. thanks for your input, i will do better next time ;)
