zaterdag 11 juni 2016

In the dark

Old poem, new verbal arrangement!!


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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