My littlesister called me, she was afraid of her father...


Living hell

From your lips to my ears
I listen and I feel your tears.
Your words hurting my soul
the world as dark as coal.

Please come here
take me there.
Do whatever
make me litght as feather.

I hear your cry
you want to fly.
Bouldring sky and raging sea
they don't let you be with me.

All I feel and see are fears
the rain that falls are my tears.
Save my now from this hell
before my body down it fell.

Two souls eachother, they are away
listen to what they want to say.
Listen and you hear they to you tell
"together we feel well".







Poetry by Sandra Sicilie Hansen
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Written on 2006-01-05 at 11:21

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Zoya Zaidi
Dear Sandra, what can I say? My heart goes out to you and your sister...I do hope you can comfert her, save her from disaster, before it is too late...a trauma like this can never repair, once it has ocurred...if I were you, I would fly to her, bring her home with me and save her...
((((hugs for that masterpiece of work))))
Love, and all the best!!!
xxx, Zoya
2006-01-05