Tomorrow night

I need the courage
I don´t have
My limbs are numb
And my mind all sleepy

Tomorrow will be
The great day
I walk out the door
Into the great void
Into the shimmering night

The night is full of whispering
voices and of stories untold
Fragments that reaches
the conscious mind
Telling me about the past
As well of the future


I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts and the world ends. The winter is here and is so cold...

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Posted in #blogg100, 2017, change, dream, Mirror, Poem, Poetry

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