I took you as an infant for the wombI played the trumpet at a sculls funeralSaw a pyre in it’s eyes Heralded the death of Death.– She must die! They screamed.So they wed her with rosesAnd let her flee, so YouShe must no longer obey. Continue reading

Many riddles I have feltDenounced them as my ownThey 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… Continue reading