her face wears weight of age
dragged skin,
down by pressure and sickness
I realized you're an elder.
I realized you're dying.
I realized you aren't there any more.
you look sick and pale,
so unlike you original dashing sunflower
Your seeds have been plucked
'Wilting'
you're just not the same anymore
Grandma
(I called you butterfly
as a child
because I couldn't speak russian properly
you still accepted me)
Butterfly-
Tell me tell me
why are you chipping,
why are the chips sliding off,
to show your dying organs
including your Heart
I'm pulling your hand
Trying to push you away from death
But my feeble attempts are nothing
Because I know
that we aren't immortal
so I'll pluck your wings instead
pin you up
so I can preserve you forever
in dirt.
YOU ARE READING
Desolated Tech-No-Words
PoetryPeople did use words to explain themselves in the past. But now people use technology to express emotions- :D :3 :/ :(. Time to be old fashioned.
