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