by Klaus Floeren
(Canada QC Otterlake )
The beat of your heart with its sweet
vibrations is gone.
My soul, once living in your heart evicted.
Evicted to a world so foreign, a world I don’t
want to live in without you.
A world not of my own choosing.
A world that will kill me slowly.
A world I must escape to survive.
Surviving for a better place.
I throw myself at the lions lurking in wait.