sadness
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I’ve gone from composed to compost. I am gradually disintegrating, degrading, degenerating, decomposing, and deteriorating. It’s all alchemy, as my body, mind, soul and spirit melt into a pile of seemingly insignificant slurry. Waiting until the dormant phase is over, I’m dissolving like a caterpillar into an amorphous swirling liquid. Over time, the sludge will
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Light fades, Shadows move Silently I fall slow motion Deeper into the abyss A cavernous void, infinite chasm Weightless no sound I continue down Into the otherworld Never landing Floating down forever
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Oh my tarnished heart Do you remember when you were shiny and new? Before the reality of life set in When nature was all you saw and you believed in kindness Before tv and pollution contaminated everything good When you were just perfect for being you Before they told you what you needed to be
Lost Art of Mystery 