withered
whether we like it
or not
the wilting
doesn't stop
weathered
like a frozen day
dusted with frost
at the cost
of life itself
whether
i care to wake
the biggest mistake
to claw at my lungs
until i
can't breathe
it's up to me
whether weathered,
withered,
wilting wounds
would mean my woesome path
finally wanes
i woefully succumb
to a wonderless pain”
- z. gamieldien.
