moribund
a poem for the stranger who took me out of the danger of my own disbelief
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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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