"DEAD OR ALIVE" BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK
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A BLUE PAGE ~ THE DAWN OF A NEW AGE ~ MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK
A Blue Page
by Monique Lucy Weberink
Unfortunately it is the dawn of a new age, books will be gone and being replaced by digital books. This is a blue page, a sad one…
I will miss the paper in my hands and the smell of ink…
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A BRIDGE TOO FAR ~ BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK
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SADNESS ~ A THOUGHT BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK
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OUT OF THIS WORLD ~ BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK
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WHERE ARE YOU MY LOVE ~ POEM BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK
Being here and I can hear you talk
but I can not understand your words
Standing here I can see you looking at me
but I can not really see
You are touching me
but there is only emptiness
A smile
but I feel no joy
Where are you my love?
I search and search trying to recall
those precious moments of passion
they are lost
Does this mean the end of us
or the beginning of me without you
Monique Lucy Weberink
2010
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The Loneliness of a Drowning Soul ~ MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK
THE LONELINESS OF A DROWNING SOUL ~ MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK
Help me, please, I am sinking
Sinking deeper in some sort of colorless Mud
You are not reaching out for my Hand
And although it is close, I can not grab it
When you sensed me, you even moved your hand away
I desperately tried to reach out further
So many faces surrounding me
They keep coming closer and like a dense fog
I am drowning while the fog takes my vision
Its getting colder and I start to shiver
I try to reach for the ground below me
But my feet are without weight sensing the abyss below
The faces look upon me in pity
They are speaking, but in weird voices
Are they talking to or about me
The sounds feel like words of mercy without love
There is only one voice I desperately long for
But this one I do not hear
Whispering, my love, do not worry, I am here.
Now it becomes clear you were never there
I am sinking deeper and deeper
There is no hope left
Was your love ever real?
Panic feeds a darkness at the heart of my Soul
I cant see anything anymore, not even the shapes
Your hand is gone and there is nothing else to grab on to
I surrender and fall into the depth
All alone my soul is drowning
2010 – Monique Lucy Weberink
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