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)
- Published: June 23rd, 2017 08:46
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 30
Comments2
Grant, you are very gifted. And Robert is right...Beautiful
Awe ..thank you sir
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