My English Verbal Poetry: Under the Wings of the Raven: 8. A way out of the night
It’s not the shadows
nor the sounds in the night
that I fear,
and even if I can’t place them
or put a name on it,
in my head they write me
a way out of the night
in myself.
I dress them
without anxiety with reality,
a fixed form, a voice
that I want to recognize.
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