𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 & 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏; 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉.
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there's a black ink blot
across my memories
and
there's this little girl
that i once knew
with golden hair and eyes so blue
like all kids do,
she laughed and smiled
she yelled and cried
but yet, here we are—
and no, she hasn't died
she didn't go missing,
and she wasn't stolen away,
she has just changed
now it is me,
a young adult
hopefully growing into a man
a little boy
with golden brown locks and
eyes wide like clocks
my parents child still lives within me
each step a blossoming, another petal
but that little girl is no longer with us
we stand in front of an empty casket,
the exact definition of all our eggs in one basket,
where my mom and dad cry
and my sister tells lies
about how i'll lay down inside
("give me some time")
the funeral is empty except for a few
people or so
sitting in chairs, lined up in a row
they talk about her
but they don't really know
she's still alive, just
within me now
they lower me into the ground
and say their last farewells
but it isn't my time to go,
so into a tree my ashes grow
YOU ARE READING
impermanence
Poesía[ impermanence ] • noun - the state or fact of lasting for only a limited period of time ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ➸ 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭/𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬
