question mark on the lips
and you are going into dark tunnel
of the gloomy ill nature
on the way you are passing rows of chairs
of observers what
this way last not lighted
as people for which time
stayed in the place is standing
so as broken watch
long standing chairs already notice
how you are striding between them
you are following your fear
it is assuming the black form
of the shrewd agile leopard
what is a fatal guide
and it is leading you to nowhere
above the steep deep chasm
of the nervous breakdown
and you don't give up
there is always some exit
try at least to change direction
Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-tunnel-of-fear/
