Friday 8 April 2022

Stumbling

 

I am wondering

my footsteps crunching

punching through the frost

are you scared

are you lost

so am I

 

memory scraping

an outstretched hand humming

warmth from another time

did you believe

did you try

so did I

 

this tuneless buzz repeating

its pitiless reshaping of

the empty sounds inside

do you keep breathing

do you see meaning

evaporate in the sky

so will I




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