Talking feels safer than thinking.
Running with this lie but you aren't fooled.
The sun hits, and the light on me shines truth.
Turning away will not create the hiding shadow I need.
A puddle is forming next to my feet from the sweat dripping down my fingers.
Take a closer look and you'll be trapped in here with me.
Taking residence in an empty human like shape.
Thinking too much has left me speechless.
Muted.
a fine poem
and excellent read - ~s~
Thank you so much.
Thank you so much.