sometimes
my heart is filled with snakes
hissing poison
sometimes
my mind is clouded
with fear
sometimes
my thoughts are running
like horses from the whip
sometimes
even the shadows flee
me
then follow my words
at heel
sticking like glue
but then
now
i open the window
will the sun
shine inside
or leave me
blinded?
sometimes....
sometimes
i am filled with light
but i don't dare to tell
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