I’m not in the strength to judge
The sound of crickets outside
that window is loud
Or the heart pounding in myself.
The room is dying
Choking of suffocation.
My heart is throbbing
in my head.
I wait for someone to
escape me from the gloom.
The wait is long
Long as enough to freeze me.
It’s getting dark and before
It engulfs me in,
My wait for that someone was over
I was out, away from dust towards
the dawn
Together with myself.