Aldo Kraas

Rookie (July 15 1964 / Sao Paulo Brazil)

The Dark - Poem by Aldo Kraas

Everything looks different in the dark
Sometimes I imagine that things that are standing still are moving
And they are not; it is only in my mind
The dark sometimes can be frightening
The dark is like a burned paint
The dark must grieve alone for its lost friend
No one around to hear its silence
But the silence so peaceful that tears the heart
I look back as I am walking to see if anyone is following me
But thanks god no one is
Only the sound of my footsteps I hear
The trees in the dark looks strange to me, I only see a dark shadow


Comments about The Dark by Aldo Kraas

  • Rookie Layla Stone (2/18/2009 10:35:00 PM)

    Aldo very great and interesting poem
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 1, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, November 1, 2010


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