One Dark Night

One dark night,
I contemplated death,
behind a cage opposite a door.
Isn't that strange?
I saw the fear in her eyes, a reflection my own.

No longer was I in need of that glamour,
That glamour was to be feared,
only to pass presence through the eyes.

On that dark night I lived in fear,
Lonliness cloaked me, as the glamour choked me.
Everything appeared to be happy and jovial,
That's what weddings are for isn't it?
Now isn't that strange?

Bekim Rauseo 2007

Poetry by Bekim Rauseo
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Written on 2007-03-14 at 04:17

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