wrong puddle

you stripped me of my rights

not knowing what my life is about

for the rest of my days

covered in shame

from the depths

of my psyche

suspended

from the higher passages of rain

and scheduled in the wrong way

to go adrift

insane

snap

break

cut off

without

the right tools

in the right time

walking on the shadows

of unknown others

seeing more, but not showing

their strengths

drowning in the whereabouts

where they feel safer

and where they don’t have to care too much

about

fighting minorities

hidden in the shade

of grey curtains

like pages

torn from a calendar

unimportant

unnamed

unremembered

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17 November 2021

revised on 23 September 2022

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