Poem: Who You Are


Nightmares turned into poetry.

A bitter taste
Dry leaves
You can hear them

A soothing pain
I’m whispering in your ear
Your voice is so soft

A child cries and a dog barks
I wonder who will suffer the most
The one who shouts it or the one who hides it

This dark presence is sitting at the table
I pour him some tea and he grunts
“Who are you and what do you want from me”, I ask
“Who are you and what do you want from me?“, he repeats

There are strange noises
Spirits that move in the house
They are here, they coexist
Between cloudy halos and dripping paint

I know you are here because when you are the floor creaks, the doors shake and cold air runs wildly through the garden

Annihilation, he murmurs

Who are you and what do you want from me?

Walking on dry leaves

Published by Cherry Adam

Moody experimentalist. Hypersensitive & Noir moments Poetry, Essays & Sound Experimentation Freelance Music Journalist

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