A Macabre DanceA Poem by Rudi J.P. LejaeghereDeep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. Edgar Allan Poe
Barbed wire and tangled words are pinning down my reflections between the dream and reality
they have edged the borders in the black earth with the blunt end, the spade has cut the worms in smithereens,
I see the pieces just like dementing fingers crawling and groping around on an exploration for the stableness of the abyss along my rickety house of cards,
the blood from my opened veins is shooting as a red flare through my pen, slamming roses and thorns out of my head,
I still know the dawn behind the horizon, shall I be able to see the sun rising before I've bled to death?
© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere 23/11/2015
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StatsAuthorRudi J.P. LejaeghereWingene, West-Vlaanderen, BelgiumAboutI'm from Belgium. English is not my native language, but I like to read English poems and books. I have written a lot of Dutch poems during the last forty years. With some of them I've got prizes in B.. more..Writing
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