A Nightmare became Dream

I toss and turn while a voice taunts me inside of my head and a turnkey trudges while the voice screams in pain.

The tenuous torch suspects and the flame became in part of darkness. All the things I’ve achieved were just adages.

The bricks began to falling down and the turnkey died… I had to pay my penance, to be enclosed in myself… there were whispers all around me, there were cockroach running in the same direction that the voice took.

There was a hole in my cell, and a Raven perched in it, then it sang and the moon yelled when the wall fell down and I could escape… and I never cared for what I saw, never again.

Jorge Campos
Managua, Nicaragua

The Raven by Manet