My words are bleeding
Breaking
Fractured bones
With changing
Chanting
Crashing tones
My heart will break
My lungs collapse
But with time
Only bones will last
Someday my bones will be free
Finally then,
They will see
My right will say hello
The left,
Goodbye
My collar will say love
My skull,
Die
Legs for run,
Arms for fly
But my spine
That's the best part
All the vertebrae together,
A piece of art,
And as you gaze upon my bones
I wish for you to know
As I chiseled out my final word,
I didn't carry fear,
After years of burning
Breaking
Dying
Shaking
My final word was
P e r s e v e r e
YOU ARE READING
Wither
PoetryFrustration, Anger, Pain, And sadness, We're all dying from the m a d n e s s . -Our Generation, Wither --- This is my voice to the world.
