#218 (counting)


your blame was abundant

yet the tone quite redundant

I was counting my bones

you were shining your throne

such a waste of emotion

that one bitter-sharp notion

’cause you meant oh so well

from your smile I could tell


I keep missing that glint

in your eyes when you speak

and my fists clench like flint

though my face appears meek

keep rewriting the past

as I’m still on my path

life is hectic, life’s fast

now I’m craving a bath


let’s just stop, I cease listening

while I’m drowning in glistening

counting bubbles galore

once your guilt hits the floor

© Matthias Geh, 16th March 2018



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