We all fear being
Forgotten
As if this life on
It's own is not
Enough to
Satiate our appetite
For a legacy,
Like our blood
Doesn't carry enough
Of us in it.
We are just stories
Afraid of being lost
So we encase them
In glass, carve them
In history, make
Ourselves
Permanent and hope we live
Forever.
-a.w
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Onism
شِعرOnism: the frustration of being stuck in one body that inhabits only one place at a time PS IF YOU COPY ANY OF MY WORK I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND MAKE YOU WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN! I hope you enjoy reading my awful little pieces of literature!
