I wandered in and out of rooms
Enmeshed in clinging cobweb looms
Sharp yellowed shards lined dusty floors
Pierced feet intruding shadow doors
Nobody heard or saw me cry
As pockmarked walls closed out the sky
Whilst from a source I could not tell
A dirge arose to sound its knell
I knew at once it was for me
Yet strangely had no urge to flee
Then suddenly a bony hand
Nudged me awake from nightmareland.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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