Not Left Behind

I will keep on
looking back, when you would
not be there.

Trying to put it behind me, the
Moon-blind dysphoria.

The riddled moments. You
are badly hurt, but
would not say.

Bare-boned, in
the oasis of flesh.

The mankind?
why were you feeling let down
by animalcules?

Into the grave milieu,
you? sleeptalking, without
voice.

Trying to rekindle the
flames from the wet eyes.