He rose and fell,
Like the nylon
On the wind.
His eyelids closed
Like the door of hope.
His voice rose
But he did not know
He tried to grasp strength
But his joints failed him.
He was like a boneless bone
Like rose to the floor.
He fought for air
But his nose fell
He felt like letting go
But he couldn't give up yet.
His feet scraped the floor
He fought for one more go.
His eyes he compelled
So they shot open.
His view we're bloody
His bones we're weary
Yet he fought for one more go.
His lips singed
And he felt warm liquid sing.
His view danced
Like the grass in the field.
He laughed to no one
He barked to no one.
All he felt was tipsy
And he could have just let it go.
Fade into the nonexistent
And forget it all.
What a tempting occurrence
And he could have just let go
For like fresh snow
He was weak to his bone.
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My Poetry
PuisiThis is a poem book about sadness, loneliness, regrets, desires, and the rest
