i’m slowly mourning
the parts i’m waiting to die
the inevitable demise
lack of light and nutrients
i can feel the withering
the fading
i’m slowly watching
everything around me crumble
the rot has truly set in
it is now time for
the consequences
the result of
...me
i’m slowly mourning
all that i have let die
everything i let slip away
apathetic neglect
but i never ever thought
it would come to this
i’m slowly watching
these flakes of me
fall about my feet
revealed for what they are
they wither in the light
they fleetly sing of sorrow
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Brenton F
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Comments (6)
Today, may we only fleetingly sing of sorrow In hopes for a better day on the morrow This is a beautiful piece Brendan. It evokes poignant regret and longing. Great job.
Gosh this was so beautiful yet so poignant! Loved your poem!
Heartbreaking!!! Poignantly expressed!!! ❤️❤️💕
Sad, yet beautifully written.
Wow. What a perfect punch that last line delivers. Another fantastic performance
Apathetic neglect…those two words hit. What a sad but true thing to understand. Excellent piece