there is always somebody hidden behind a door,
which thinks of the thick night, of the war
of the sexes, of the words that he hates,
which catches ordinary cats to deliver them
to the devil, somebody who spies on the light
of your eyes, then appropriates it as the clam sea,
there is always somebody hidden behind a door,
who is afraid in the daytime and of the others,
who makes you slide in the hands as a wireless
puppet, who knows the herd of the lies,
He catchs you in spite of you and make you
look like the chaos, the animals of his jealousy…
There is always somebody behind a door, the
silence or the fear, the door of the heart of people.

One Response to “there is always somebody hidden behind a door”

1. littlebeknown Says:
   October 30th, 2009 at 3:45 pm

   Yann, There will always be that familiar stranger there “behind the door.” He’s hiding, ready to catch us in everything we do. Thanks for the poem. Jerry

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