Darkness unfolds I am deaf and blind Stuck between the unknown worlds I do not yearn for the bright Hence, I should have stayed In my den unharmed But I am puzzled, mystified My wild Mothers, untamed Sisters Your shelter I decline *** Come Autumn I am hunger and desire I am trapped My furs are fire I loose my faith I am envious and greedy I am hate ***
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**The beautiful imagery for this poem was done by my dear and very talented friend Margarita Babenosheva. See more of her photography here or follow her personal account on Instagram for other updates