Who are you again?
I never heard
Are you there with me darling?
No?
So where were you then?
I never know you existed
I just feel you like a wind of breath
Oh darling, you wish you are something
But until the end you just a newspaper
That people forget they ever read
Poor old souls
You have enough
Now, it's time for me
To take care of this
Because now you just merely a dust in the wind
YOU ARE READING
Burnout
PoetryThis is a poetry book as a tribute for Saltburn. The masterpiece from my eyes, from my perspective, of what I think and feel as Oliver. He never told us about his feeling. So I try to fill that blank space. I hope I represent his feelings.
