Poems by Jonna

Contours are moving by the door,

shadows that I’ve never seen before.

There is no light, not even a spark.

I wonder what else hides in the dark.

I fumble, I fall, trying to find the right path.

I see the sunrise ahead, the sky is red like wrath.

I have to get out of the labourith ahead.

Escaping the creatures that creep beneath the bed.

I pray to see you when dawn counqers night.

That you’ll wait for me at the end of my fight.

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