I’ve never felt like I could
Unlock that chest
Unlock that door
Unlock that part of me
But the wind blows black
Hands me a key
Hands me a promise
Hands me a steady hand
Sleet falls like little bullets
Pierces the chest
Pierces the heart
Pierces that part of me
And one can’t always hide
In the shadows
In the corner
In that little space of night
It becomes so tiresome
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ben (obiWan) , the dark welcomes you to our side - of the poetic Force! Nicely introspective & economical. Rgds, Ivan