Mute

The memory of yesterday
is different from memory of today,
and in this fleeting glory
someone like me
is bound to get lost.
I started walking
when you started walking,
but I must’ve taken the wrong turn.
Your voice has been so strong,
all along,
my, a fickle song.
You are all the shades,
of all the colors of rainbow,
me, a monochrome.
Your feet is blessed with feathers,
my head, a tombstone.
Apathy with its pretty braid,
death composing a serenade,
and you ask why i am so afraid.
Stop.
All I know is how to fall through,
so don’t pull me through the cracks,
just because you have nothing else to do.
stop asking me to smile. Maybe,
maybe I have a good reason not to.
Our paths have crossed once more,
I have wasted so much time
laying breadcrumbs,
but now,
stop asking me to come home.
You will find many other lambs to slaughter,
stop making my skin your cloak.
Just because I clench too dearly to hope,
stop grabbing me by my throat.
You will have an anchor,
I will choke.