zaterdag 15 november 2014

In the dark

He slumbers in the dark
of doorways
his eyes burn into me
just as a cigarette mark.

A church bell
misses the beats of my heart
ticked by, ticked away in fright.

Street corners
become wide bows now.

Bent outwards
light has been sucked
out of the shadow
of the night.
You can see him in my eyes
he is watching me
you can hear him in my cries.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere


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