Contemporary wars outside
rage also in me
They’re craving for death,
floating on hypnagocic shocks,
insomnia, you see
They play drums on dull organs,
ripped apart by doubt, imprisonment
and another day
Stealing the sun,
by feather bombs gradually swept away
remaining in the paleness and density
of sky
In thick grey, wars only for now seem bearable
and don’t you dare to ask me why

Over Twicedoubleyou

Hello! My name is Wendy. I write on various sites and blogs. is about my poetry, short stories, my David Bowie project and courses in creative writing Kekke Koekjes ( is about my cookies made of fruits, nuts and oats- refined sugarfree and dairy free, vegan. Check how to order. http://www.wenswoord.wordpress is about my services concerning text correction and editing and guiding students during their thesis. Feel free to join, follow me or respond. Or mail: Thank you for your digital visit!
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