PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

did you do this to me?

no I did it to myself I see

it's hindsight

always twenty something

forgetting simplistic things

while oh so introspective

I decayed

and my skeleton spoke

to a bristling leaf

it carried my message on a wind free of release

to the body I inhabit after my disease

I cry for many things

none of which are everlasting

I cry for lack of speech

but is it such a big disaster?

the message is to free a being left of me

whos sight is stricken blind with grief

just another part of me

I ride the wind

I ride the sea

an intensely blissful malady

this forgetting of my everything