Theres a static in the air,
a charge or current, a smell
that makes you back away,
then blocks your entrance.
a moment of silence filled
with tears and dust. a pause
on a time peace, filled with
broken and dented parts.
a hit on the vien, a fall to the
floor, a walk in the darkness,
until your brave enough to open
the door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem