Lethargic Decay

An utterly depressing poem. Not for the faint or fragile.

My spirit

Stares where it sits

Wasting away in the grit

Unable to re-piece its rotten pits

Decaying it sifts

Into the air as it lifts

Like piss and vomit

No one will miss where it fit

In the world and upon it.

 

The End

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