someone is
calling my name
me i am
deaf
especially
to myself
busy with
talking too much
to myself
drowning
the truth in
a bucket full of water words
meaningless
really
streaming
down my throat
i am
calling my name
it could be
that i’ll
answer one day
without a word
someone is
calling my name
with a
meaning
a reason
or without
who cares
water words
descending
into my life
every
second
on this
desperate wave
my tongue
my mouth
too dry to be quiet
to keep
breathing
under a
veil of silence
would be my
ideal
someone is
calling my name
sssshhhhhht
– quiet
listen
(spoken in a soft whisper)
do you hear
someone
calling my
name?
the wind
caresses the tree
its leaves
quivering with anticipation
of whatever
who cares
cherries
dropping into the meadow
my feet
bloody red from their juices
hey caller
from a distant future
may I beg
you to shut the f**k up?
you are too
close
much too
close
© Susanne Becker
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