I am. delivered. lived.
do not force me. Weeping only binds the feeble strangers
pestle all the shallow bones to sawdust straying over heavens purple shades
landed in the shadowed forest, bedded on a handfull of rosepetals
thoughts can burn so heavy in fragile hearts
I am. uncondonable. born.
shivering before my own agenda i turn to see the glimmering light
never been kissed on mouth or cheek
brawly screaming at forgotten faces upon sowed paths never touched
as i wait. For the last train towards nostalgia.
copyright (c) by franziska dirnberger