Standing here
I understand I'm in the threshold
There's not even a door
So I can fight to get in!
Or get out...
Am I sleeping?Blank or maybe a dark, very dark place
No one's eyes can see.I was talented...
I used to get used to the dark,
to the silence, it was welcomingNot even a smell I can recognize
Getting hard to breathe...But no one's here.
And the fact is
No one's knows I'm here.Let me turn around!
Should I move?
Could I change?Can you hear me?
It's so hard to breathe.Oh...
Yeah I was dreaming!
Now awakened.
But yet... no one's here.
Not even a door.
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Moments
PoetryJust writing some words a moment, an emotion a collection of ... kind of dark / grey poems By Monica Sofia