Left to Spoil
At what point did you decide I should parish?
Left on the shelf to let bacteria dine.
Are you happy now that I am spoiled?
Rotted by whim or planned by design.
Were you tortured as I expired?
Or was it the sweet release that you had in mind?
Have I always made your stomach sour?
Or was I marvelous before my decline?
If so, did you ever think to take me to dinner?
Or were you too embarrassed to pair me with cherry red wine?
Unless of course you’d rather I thank you for
allowing me the pleasure to smell this new foul odor of mine?
I suppose I’ll completely rot before you answer
so I’ll just wait,
and lay alongside,
incredulous decay with my pride.
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Brilliant! Thoroughly enjoyed this poem from start to finish. Great metaphor. I could really feel the emotion here. Great job!