Namesake

I'll gather dust if I have to

I’ve hid myself between pages.
Pressed years through this ink.
I’ll gather dust if I have to.
Sink me beneath seas with
words forgotten, tell them
I was swept away. So
solemn, young man, please
don’t beat yourself up over
this. You’ll see flowers and
feel warmth, you’ll taste
freedom and forget it all.
There is no subject without
a background, and you
are neither.


05/04/2018 - 12:05am