There’s death and decay all around,
All around me.
It’s growing.
Building up.
Higher, deeper.
Darker.
It suffocates.
Death and decay,
Adding more death.
Adding to the stench,
The stench of decay.
As more decay comes,
So comes death.
Their hearts decay,
More and more each day,
After each dying breath.
Some of us know it.
But the rest,
The rest are hopeless.
They don’t see it,
Can’t feel it,
Can’t even understand it.
With death comes decay.
With decay comes death.
With death and decay comes depression.
From depression spring more death.
It’s an endless loop.
Only few can see,
Fewer still,
As the numbers dwindle.
It doesn’t maim nor seriously injure.
No.
Your happiness, your youthfulness,
Your memories, your life.
No, it doesn’t maim.
Nor does it seriously injure.
It kills,
Murders,
Steals,
Kidnaps.
One day more people will see.
One day they’ll understand.
But it will be too late.
They’ll have lost,
What should have mattered most.
One day they’ll apologize.
One day they’ll miss us.
One day.
But that day will be,
One day too late.
About the Creator
Cassie Grace
I'm from Kentucky. I write stuff. I use inspiration from my personal life for most of my writing. I'm currently working on writing a book, but we'll see how that turns out. For now, enjoy some of my poems and random archived writings.
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