My Dreams Betray Me - Poem by barbara hilal
Huge old doors
carroded hinges, brass fixtures
open to dark passages
leading to earthen tunnells running endlessly
under the ancient deserted building.
Is it a house?
I search there.
Sometimes, I live another life, am another person
with alien emotions, different goals
Careful as I walk, anxious about each turn,
I peer around staring at the blackness.
A sinister voice says 'This way is not frequented by anyone'
I hid myself from my redeemers.
Now I wait for them…
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