Geoffrey Ramaud

- inner echoes -

Infinite falling,
senseless feeling of balance;
the light of delusion’s shinning,
when meaning dropped us.

Warmless goes the sun,
hands-off goes the will,
the silence grows brutal,
and now the world’s trapping.

Dropped like a memory,
an heir from the useless,
walking’s now anomaly,
intentions, lack of respect.

Trust witnesses tomorrow,
emptiness becomes knowledge,
needs turn disloyal,
shyness sparks courage.

I’m now the infidel of a self,
traitor of anger and sorrow,
guided by the humbleness,
surrounded by what I choose to follow.

To my closest ones

- Vincent -


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