i will have no funeral
my body will not be found
until the crows, bugs, and fungi
have had their fill of my rotting corpse
my family will have no closure
they will never know i died
or if i've died
moss will cover my bones
and beneath the trees i'll stay hidden
there will be no sign of the frayed rope
or the tear stained paper
on which my final wishes reside
(credits to corvidprince on tumblr for the header image)
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poems by icarus
Poetrythis is just (probably cringe) poetry that i write Follow the cringe poetry insta: @/sincerelyicarus
