Witless the words that carried you here.
Monosyllabic, the mark of my fears
That cannot ever be given a voice
that thrive in the dark that grow in the moist of the shadows
the damp of the dreams
when all that you know contorts in the stream
of your consciousness, whispered aloud
boom sotto voce, picked out from the crowd.
Anonymity’s better, just stare at the floor
Don’t let them recognise what you came for
Don’t know, don’t remember what it could be
Did I look for you or did you look for me?
Whichever it was I‘m convinced it should be
The reverse
I love reading this aloud. The rhythm and the rhyme. Getting my tongue around the patterns hidden in the corners