One chilly Winters night
walking through the park
moving stealthily in the dark
staring towards the moon
a map of barren dust
circled by still stars
lighting the night skies
casting a beam of light
toward my skinny frame.
I engaged in a canter
while gazing at arcane
surroundings, I was
accompanied by a dark
stranger, my blood in
the body sank leaving
me cold and somnolent
unaware of what
was coming next.
Heart quivering, I shook
with fear, beset by shadows
slowing down to a stroll
turned around to my side
to discover no one there
just an imaginary jogger
being chased by my own shadow
a wry smile only blankets
the circus of events.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem