I tried to shout with no mouth, no tongue, no throat.
but your ears were deafened by the sound of death,
silence.
I am nothing but beloved dust
You only listened to my steps as I left,
a hushed sound like the trees,
or the calling out of bells out no nowhere, from somewhere,
my distant grave.
I am nothing but beloved dust.
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC
I tried to shout with no mouth, no tongue, no throat.
but your ears were deafened by the sound of death,
silence.
I am nothing but beloved dust
You only listened to my steps as I left,
a hushed sound like the trees,
or the calling out of bells out no nowhere, from somewhere,
my distant grave.
I am nothing but beloved dust.
