In The Darkness You Sneak By Along With The Corridor Poem by Gert Strydom

In The Darkness You Sneak By Along With The Corridor



and when the floor creaks
I wonder if the people in the house are listening.
Away is the tiredness
when the early morning sun caresses me softly
and awakes me
when you are dressed and looking lovely
and still I am struggling to drive my dreams away.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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