The Black Room Poem by Atef Ayadi

The Black Room

Rating: 5.0

Toute noire et sombre.

No windows,
No light bulbs,
No candles, and without
any guidance or a need for hopes,

Here, is where I face
myself without guilt or pity.

Here I cross
the mother of all the thresholds.

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