Wilt

Grant Degnan

Wilt -

I grow only to die
I live only to fly
I die only to spawn
the flowers of years gone by

decay of disease
dismantle my mind
rotten core
the seeds of my undoing
wilted and sublime
I die a thousand
reasons why
death has passed me by

I
take a hold of my thorned
heart - opened up
only to bleed upon the
wicked garden..
stabbing me with the
deadly dart

I grow only to die
I live only to fly
I die only to spawn
the flowers of years gone by

decay of disease
dismantle my mind
rotten core
the seeds of my undoing
wilted and sublime
I die a thousand
reasons why
death has passed me by

  • Author: Grant Degnan (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 23rd, 2017 08:46
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • FredPeyer

    Grant, you are very gifted. And Robert is right...Beautiful

  • Grant Degnan

    Awe ..thank you sir



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