Under the Wings of the Raven: 12. Camera Obscura

Door Rudi L gepubliceerd op Monday 03 October 10:45

I’m dying every night,
a moment in the shadow
of a grinning moon,
a count in the sneaky gliding
of a cloud upon the light

my thought is a hobo
on the sound of a crow,
I’m closing the brightness
doubt after doubt,

the sharp of their edges
stripped of any kind of reason
is cutting as a knife in these sounds,

out of my throat falls a scream
into a dark and silent room,
I disappear in the waves of the tide
in this dream that I have 
of a sleep that is waxing.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere


A poem out of my Collection 'Under the Wings of the Raven', a set of 16 Poe-ish Poetry Poems.

Narrated version: https://soundcloud.com/rudi-lejaeghere/camera-obscura

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