Wilting the Memories Away

Kebiin

Find me, a seed on death's door

Left behind, alone, and ignored

No being wanting what I could be

Deprived of precious water I need

Lacking in care to let me grow,

You picked me up from my own foe.

Found my state unfit,

You and I became close knit

With other strings of a kind

To make a net for those who bind.

Words kindle and quell,

Yours caught me as I fell;

A paper sparked the fire within

That made us close as kin.

I towered high from what you built

So why did you leave me to wilt?

  • Author: Kebiin (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 14th, 2017 05:35
  • Comment from author about the poem: Nothing more needs to be said.
  • Category: Sad
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