Mumbling
wandering aimlessly
and mumbling
Thus you found me
with a thousand chronicles on my back
I had hauled my angst for so long I’d gotten used to it
-It was, sorrowfully, a part of my own heaviness
Mumbling
about an approaching end
faltering
I had not even a shadow under the sun
-no reflection on the mirror
Pitiless human form without conviction
He who has an answer but will never be asked the question
Mumbling
frightened to death
shivering
Scattered all over the place,
a shaking aching hand grasping anxiously the air
-and then suffocation
Mumbling
Thus you found me
Have your come any closer
you would’ve found out
it wasn’t your name I was rambling about.
-Ivanovish-
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