The station

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So werde hier mal mein erstes fremdsprachiges Gedicht veröffentlichen, hoffe mal, es ist nicht allzu misslungen.

The Station

The sun, which rises bit by bit
Observes a little woman’s quit
Who lived her life with agony
But wants to leave it to be free.

One child of four she was indeed
And for her brothers favoured feed
To bother her and make her think
She were a vessel, worth to sink.

Her parents gave her everything
A car, computer, jewel ring
But nothing made her content yet
No song she sang, no book she read.

She has a different mind at all
That’s why her feelings are a ball
Of pent-up energies she stacked
While being Daddies prime object
He often used to let off steam
What makes arise her freedom dream.

So now she leaves her home behind
But bearing family in mind
Which wasn’t kind to her throughout
Although they helped a lot, no doubt
To make this girl find destination
Out in the world at the next station.