I heard dry rustling
Stench burned my eyes
Pain numbed my mind
My carcass perched
On the edge of my grave
Pale and faded
Dry as a twig
Soulless
Like forgotten pages
Of forbidden books
Winds crackled my skin
And I saw my existence
Flaking and tumbling
Down my body
And pooling around me
Like fallen leaves
I saw myself
Slowly diminishing
Into rotting nothingness
As my final breaths
Left my body
Into the winds of fate..
…
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Thank you! xx
This poem was lying in my notes for a long time.
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I’m glad you published it x
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Look with love
From above
As I lay alone
Bits of old bone
In the dirt
No more hurt
No eulogy here
No fear
Of a ghost
I loved you most
As I died
And you cried
Showing me
That knowing me
Had been real
And making me feel
Loved at the end
But let’s not pretend
It’s the end, too
For you
So laugh once again
Remember me when
You’re not alone
A new love of your own
Sing a song
Say ‘so long’
Misbehave
Dance on my grave
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🙂
how do you always do this. You should patent this skill.
You completed my sad and demented poem with something that’s sad but still makes you smile.
The trance of losing soul..
I’m actually smiling.
Thank you for your exceptionally impactful words.🙂
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Thank you for yours
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Very evocative and powerful poem.
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Thank you 🙂
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You’re welcome
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The spirit in a moment of struggle to cleanse itself
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hmm.. so maybe it’s not about dying. It’s about rebirth.
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Faded twigs, as wind writing tools, rustle up a secret word from the leaves of a forbidden book, just because some birds gather twigs for their nest and hatch the ultimate chick chat that soothes the savage dying beast gone invisible. Or not.
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I wish my pea brain could process these words, I’m sure they mean something outstanding.
Thansk for stopping by and commenting 🙂
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Amazing!
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Thank you! 🙂
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