Look at the leaves around you
All dead or dying
Even when in a withered state,
they look beautiful
just like you
But don't play pretend for long
The harsh wind of winter is coming
~
Are the most tragic words not "It used to be"?
followed by maybe a wistful smile into the distance
a pang of bitterness in the air
all suppressed in this hollow shell of a body
~
She used to be
a mermaid in her own right
When the sun shone on her body in the water
it made her seem almost ethereal
When she moved
it was to the rhythm of the water
in perfect synchronization
But what do you do when your tail gets cut off?
And suddenly the sea becomes a stranger
what do you do when both land and sea become foreign?
She's choking
and she doesn't know what it is
a false reality or seawater
~
When what you once were is reduced to ashes, what do you do?
An empire built on sand,
I guess that all humans are fragile in the end
