I walk…

A shiver, it inches down the spine,
A cold, outside, yet inside,
I know not which comes back again.

A darkness, outside, yet inside,
Eats into me, bit by bit,
I let it.

Perhaps sometimes it’s only a tunnel,
Endless, bottomless, hopeless,
That I walk through.

But I walk;
I walk. I walk…

Vinay Leo R.
02. 12. 2020

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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