NEEDLEWRITER

Many riddles I have felt
Denounced them as my own
They scream of terror unknown.
Where do they come from?
They themselves don’t know.
Should I ask them back home,
Or follow a riddle I call my own?

First poem I’d like to share with you from my poetry book “Shadow as a door”, hope it hits you hard and somewhere unknown yet. Feel free to send me an e-mail, if you want to get in touch.