The End of Life is Approaching
This poem expresses the moment when I nearly died during one of many brain operations. I saw myself quitting my body, only attached to my body by a few threads, happy to leave it. But something commanded me to return to my body.
The end is approaching
Was there a beginning?
In this history of misery
Had my life any wisdom?
I try to vanish
to paradise
but invisible threads
prevent my journey
Threads spun by whom?
Who is holding me?
I want to desert my body
more than anything
It only hinders me
I watch myself lying
attached to these machines
the surgeons in my brain
My pains now? They disappeared
Is someone waiting for me?
Or maybe some more?
Apart from my family
And my companions in misery?
Paradise seduces me
she promises freedom without a corpse
But my conscious remands me
For the next earthly act.
My carcase continues suffering
My deeds not yet enough
My full contribution
Still not delivered
The man with the scythe
has not waited enough
Copyright Thiandi Grooff Quiet Riot Collected 2016
Belonging
I want to belong
without belonging
life is not living
but waiting till it ends.
Energy lost in fear
my body dynamite
tight like a bobby trap
exploding without
control
let me fire
instead of waiting
fireballs of love
that take away
my tears and fears
Copyright Thiandi Grooff Quiet Riot Collected 2016
The Present last too long
The Present last too long
In every moment hides the Past
I want to go forward
In the living of my life
Tomorrow is far away
A dream I'm craving
How many times will it pass?
I want to hold it!
Copyright Thiandi Grooff Oktober 2015
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