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