- Mirna de Lange
There is only as much as I knowThere is only as much as I knowThere is only as much as I know by Mirna25
A space, a void and a darkness
in which I'm falling and simultaneously grow
A matter of awareness
Yet I lost count of the amount of doors I've closed.
I try and pry
to Open the shutters, a part of me.
With fingers that have never seen sunlight
The animal longing to be free.
I wonder if you see me
up in this tree
And all the rotten roots, the birth of a tragedy.