she is sad
as nobody seems
to read her poems
she has much to say
but her words remain unheard
not knowing what to do
she begins to wonders
if she really is a poet
or just pretends to be one

sleep
dream
recover
wake up
work
sleep
dream
recover
wake up
work
sleep
dream
recover
on and on
and on
it goes

hip
hop
Poppy

what is holding me back
to leave the relationship
you have left long ago

forgive
forget
smile

she listens to the cars
passing by the window
soon the church bell
will have struck twelve times
welcoming a new day

but when she hears
the bell‘s joyful sound
sadness creeps into her soul
as she knows that
nothing has changed

sea
sand
freedom