i stand and stare
into the rippled water-
to see: who?
my thinned shell shows my hole,
my skin is tired and drained .
fragmented is my whole
I see that day.
The smell of a scent,
the taste of the air!
The sky was so blue,
my depth was so true
and opened for the new!
That day is lost and gone
my hope forgotten under a stone
in what i have become.
the sun is up to go- so cold!
my evening shadow on the crackled way
is barely visible now
the ache that torments my thoughts
and let me fall
with no hold to a straw..
no clutching at all!
to find: who? am I?
where is he?
lost im waves of memories
carried from the lightness of the past
but almost nothing‘s left
my blurred picture in the distance
wanishes in the nothing
that is what remains
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 3:34 PM UTC
i stand and stare
into the rippled water-
to see: who?
my thinned shell shows my hole,
my skin is tired and drained .
fragmented is my whole
I see that day.
The smell of a scent,
the taste of the air!
The sky was so blue,
my depth was so true
and opened for the new!
That day is lost and gone
my hope forgotten under a stone
in what i have become.
the sun is up to go- so cold!
my evening shadow on the crackled way
is barely visible now
the ache that torments my thoughts
and let me fall
with no hold to a straw..
no clutching at all!
to find: who? am I?
where is he?
lost im waves of memories
carried from the lightness of the past
but almost nothing‘s left
my blurred picture in the distance
wanishes in the nothing
that is what remains
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