Hanging on
Tighter and tighter
With an empty mind
Devoid of racing thoughts
Running voices
That rather shock me
With a sudden burst
Than infinitely rushing
Here and there.
You’re alone
You’re abandoned
With less word
To say
To utter
And more pain
To linger.
Chosen
Distinguished
Let alone not enough
For some vanishing
Missing pieces
Of what completes me
Makes me whole
For sure its not
A man I’m missing
A soul that’s haunting
Another house, not me
Because I’m not cursed
Not vacant to be haunted.
I’ve the spell myself
To cast over you.
You’re forgotten
And I am as well
Not your concern
Not to be yours
Not your burden to carry.
One and the same are
A traitor and a tyrant
That belittle every soul
They claimed to own.
You had the choice
And I only got fragments
Of what you spat
Over my grave.
