Berlin

Berlin

Montag, 13. Mai 2013

Even after my death



I might not be even
even after my death
which might just be
a metaphor for wanting
not but in general death
- you can not keep it
from approaching you
leave your lalaland
of fantasies my friend -
there might be open bills
between strangers
there might be secrets
between lovers
to hide from
to run from.
Even after my death
I will not stop to write.
Why should I?
How could I
cease to breathe out words
into this hollow universe
where nobody listens.
Which is not the point
at all!
Even after my death
I will try to find this
one true word and
write it down for you
to read – find yourself in it.

© Susanne Becker

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