Words flow like worms
Swept along in the silt
Of murky river beds
No match for the current
And content
Of a cluttered unfiltered head
Moments perish like daffodils
Fragile to a stiff
Spring breeze
Petals turn dark to auburn
Permiated with jaundice
Depicting decaying disease
Ferrous dust lines lungs
Along with choking
Metallic fumes
Time ticks in slow motion
Steel faced suppressed emotion
As impending doom looms
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Author:
Syd (
Offline) - Published: April 5th, 2019 14:49
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Comments3
Very descriptive poem that completely captures the reader's emotions.
It is so refreshing to read poetry that doesn't include hackneyed language. 🙂
Thank you so much for your kind comment Tamara. Apologies for the very late reply.
- Syd
Working life?
Yes exactly. I bet you easily guess my trade by this one.
- Syd
Sorry I deleted my other comment,
The story is a sad one.
Yes, I was diagnosed with an inflamed liver at the time. I have since recovered.
- Syd
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