Hymn XVIII
A slight touch of sadness
walks across my soul
and I shiver
with feelings unfelt
in a very long time.
My sighs stretch out
to cover me whole
and I walk
through breaths
of wasted words.
Weighed down
by moments
of a life
half-lived,
my soul clings
to my bones
like rotting leaves
to earthworms.
And that's what I do.
I wallow in dust
and dirt
and mud.
And I rot.
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5 comments:
"Weighed down
by moments
of a life
half-lived,
my soul clings
to my bones
like rotting leaves
to earthworms."
Exactly how I`ve been feeling for quite a while now..
excellent work! I love your poetry!
oh! why this melancholic mood MM?
(((hugs))))
written in the stirring manner as only you can but the question still remains..why so melancholic?
a passing mood?
love and ((hugs)))
Indy
Lovely. I wish I had such depth.
*Hugs*
'And that's what I do.
I wallow in dust
and dirt
and mud.
And I rot.'
Profound. It made me squirm, not in disgust but in pain.
- And if it makes you feel good, I'd like to add; dust we thou art and to dust we shall return.
You ok dear? TC.
@Piper: Thank you, my friend. And chin up :)
@Indy: What can I say? The EO's down with a fever which refuses to leave and I get very depressed when the kids are ill. To make matters greyer, I think I'm coming down with a fever too :(
@Mon,Ansh: Oh, but you do, my friend! You do!
@Sparkling: I'm ok, sweetie. Thanks for asking :)
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