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Almal Hoor Maar Niemand Luister

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Ek sit hier
soos soveel kere vantevoor;
      vingers blou van die koue,
      siel verniel maar bly behoue.
Aleen sit ek hier
en dink aan alles wat ek nie wil hoor.
Was dit dalk van korte duur
sou ek my leuens kon glo.

Soms sit ek hier dink
oor al die onregverdighede.
      Soms raak ek die pad byster
      wanneer ek eerder na my hart luister;
dis dan wanneer my donkerder kant vir my wink,
(daardie deel van my klou vas aan my verlede.)
Eendag sal ek nog daarin verdrink.
Om gevoelloos te wees, klink soveel beter.

Geen woorde kan uitbeeld
hoe ek werklik voel.
      Van nou af sal ek eerder fluister;
      almal hoor maar niemand luister.
Die middele heilig die doel.
En my pyn bly nog steeds verdeeld
vir dit wat ek nie meer mag voel;
vir dit word ek nog steeds veroordeel.

            Van nou af sal ek eerder fluister;
            want almal hoor, maar niemand luister.
Ek weet dit is "die doel heiling die middele," en nie die "middele heilig die doel" nie.
Maar nou ja.
Dis my gedig.

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the english version:
Everybody hears, no one listens

im sitting here
like so many times before;
fingers icy cold,
soul damaged but safe.
im sitting here alone
thinking of everything i dont want to hear.
if only it was of brief duration
i could believe my lies.

sometimes i sit here and think
about all the injustice.
sometimes im on the wrong track
when i listen to my heart;
its then when my darker sides wink at me
(that part of me clings to my past)
one day i will drown in it.
to be numb is so much better.

no words can express
how i really feel.
from now on i'll rather whisper,
everybody hears but no one listens.
the means justify the end.
and im still devided by my pain
for that which i no longer may feel;
for that im still condemned...

from now on i'll rather whisper,
everybody hears but no one listens.
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I know its "the end justifies the means" and not "the means justify the end."
But whatever.
It's my poem.
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AfricanObserver's avatar
I enjoy the flow of feeling of this.
I can hear this with an edgy Karen Zoid tune and feel to it (hope that's positive in your version of the universe - it is in mine!)