moribund

you fixed my broken nerves

with just one humane gesture

whilst others didn’t mind

putting me down to the ground

when I was already lying on the floor

wishing for better times

to come now

and not in the unknown future;

your gentle patches of kindness

from the place

I know too much

running away from the past;

I was yearning to come back

and yet something is obstinately telling me that

it will not be possible in this life

of lost hopes, contradictions, and despair

so better if I stay here

and I will listen to weird conversations

blended with morning bird songs

announcing the end of someone else’s world

on the ropes

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