here is where
you begin stumbling
somewhere
between the known
and unknown
lost and found
still a stranger walking
in someone else's shoes
yet the eyes
seem familiar
and that hat
that coat
so many identities wrapped
within this same piece of skin
the same fragile fingers
feeling in the dark
lips broken
by unspoken words
of passion buried
in the corridors
of your mind
here is where
you are kneeling
at the feet of expectations
you can never
hope to meet
still a stranger
but that hat
...that coat
Harry Rout 2020
May 28, 2020
May 28, 2020 at 6:20 PM UTC
here is where
you begin stumbling
somewhere
between the known
and unknown
lost and found
still a stranger walking
in someone else's shoes
yet the eyes
seem familiar
and that hat
that coat
so many identities wrapped
within this same piece of skin
the same fragile fingers
feeling in the dark
lips broken
by unspoken words
of passion buried
in the corridors
of your mind
here is where
you are kneeling
at the feet of expectations
you can never
hope to meet
still a stranger
but that hat
...that coat
Harry Rout 2020
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