Spirits follow the rain in it's venture downwards,
Droplets crashing to the earth.
Lost to the land with the remnants of old souls,
I sit watching soon to follow.
Deteriorating.
Gone with the water, under and alone.
Beneath the soil with my new companions.
Nobody knows nor will they notice,
I am venturing in the flora,
One with nature,
Peaceful and alone.
Binding with the roots of the berch,
Bonding with the grit, the dirt,
I'll rot with the leaves.
Forever less than my friends as
they're now physically above me,
unaware and unphased by my absence.
Unknowing. Decay.
-n|s
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It's Never Daisies
Poetry12 | 11 | 16 -A collection of long poems I've written -Post as I write publishing schedule -All these poems are my own work -No general theme Thank you for your time and thank you to everybody who has helped and or inspired me along the way. -n|s
