You wanted to try my slippers on
said you wanted to walk in my shoes
your feet cut to shreds on my barbwire slippers
you have no excuse?
my slippers are pain
pain endured by futile judgement
my scabs are each a story
which will make no sense
to you, pretender…
I have lived with my feet
a thousand years
I have overcome
all my fears
I am the tip of the iceberg
lurking
I am the voice of reason
creeping down your spine
now go judge yourself
and leave me to me
my feet, my slippers, my self, my soul, mine,
you can’t have it…
(c) 2012 allen simpson
Oktober 4, 2014 at 6:27 nm
AAngrypend
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Oktober 4, 2014 at 7:58 nm
Baie dankie 🙂
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Oktober 5, 2014 at 8:04 nm
Baie interessant dat jy juis ‘slippers’ gebruik, aangesien dit die mees gemaklikste ‘sole’ is om in te stap
Ons elkeen is ‘inpas’ met ons eie probleme en pyn en het nie die vaagste benul waardeur
ander gaan nie…..
‘I am the voice of reason
creeping down your spine’ wow
Jou gedig is amper soos ‘skoenmaker hou jou by jou lees’
Aangrypend, inderdaad!!!!
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Oktober 5, 2014 at 11:00 nm
Dankie Hanneliese 🙂 Slippers is meer intieme skoene en die gedig gaan juis oor ‘n intieme saak
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Oktober 6, 2014 at 9:05 vm
🙂 nog nooit aan slippers gedink as intieme skoene nie en dit is inderdaad!!! Puik, ek sal dit onthou!!!!!!
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Oktober 6, 2014 at 12:13 nm
Plesier 😉
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