NEEDLEWRITER

Poem “Riddle”

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?

The first poem from my poetry book “Shadow as a door” I’d like to share with you. Hope it hits you somewhere unknown. Enjoy!