I stare outside my window
In the thinning light
There are long streaks of shadow
The sun has lost its bright
The birds are flying home
Making a kaleidoscope of sound
I listen to the whispering dome
And see the fog rise from the ground
As it snakes its way up
Engulfing one and all
The distant lights look eerie
Strange shapes on the wall
I strain my ears to hear
As the birds form a black line
Is there a sound in the silence?
I feel a chill crawling up my spine
The distant mountain is fading
The shadows all but gone
I hear a distinct wailing
Is it the wind whistling on?
I feel the cold air in my face
As a door far away falls
I want to move away
But my legs refuse my calls
I hear footstep approach
They stop outside my door
I am frozen with sweat on my back
Is something crawling on the floor
At that moment I am reminded
Of a saying that was my recent find
We have nothing to fear but fear
As it play games with our mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem