#257 of 365 – “ash”

“ash”

 

inadequacy

surfaces

 

and I

begin

to degrade

 

necrosis

sets in

 

blackens

my spirit

like plague

 

my thoughts

fall

 

low

and indistinguishable

from trash

 

blown in

like burnt up happiness

 

leaving

nothing

but ash

 

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About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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2 Responses to #257 of 365 – “ash”

  1. Starralee says:

    Oh gosh, this does not sound good. Great poetry, but you know….I’m feeling the same way, so maybe it’s an airborne bug…. Sending prayers and love.

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