Engels gedicht

Een gedicht dat ik een maandje terug heb gefabriceerd in een vlaag van verstandsverbijstering

The Mind

The mind weakens the body
draining its energy step by step
and poisons the heart from within.

It’s like a cancer to your soul
silently evolving deep inside,
waiting for a moment to attack…

It’s inevitable and non-reversable
and before realization becomes reality
the process continues undiminishedly

Unstopable and frightfully as it is
a fierce battle will take place
a battle that never ends.

There’s no cure in reach,
no medicines to make it all go away
never a chance on total recovery.

Only the power of a men’s spirit remains
the hope for positive energy searching
searching a new way to your heart.

Hopefully it does find new ways,
ways to reach the longed cease-fire
between mind, heart and soul..

But if the mission is without succes
and the spirit is not feeding the heart
one knows he lost the game of life.