I spin in a circle beneath the trees
Crying out "Show me the way!"
Exhausted, half mad, I crash to my knees
And curse at the sky that's so gray.
Abducted, corrupted, and God knows what else
you've been gone for one year and one day
A powerful wind comes in from the west
and gently the trees start to sway.
I find you, your wristwatch, your sun-bleached bones
I tear at the earth with my claws
I gather you up and carry you home
My grief has me crushed it its jaws.
I left you, I left you, I found you again
I followed where your spirit led
And as the sky cried, they placed you inside
To find silence and peace with the dead.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
Online)
- Published: July 31st, 2025 15:25
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 1
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