LYING UNBENT
From what I recall,
I was a strong unbending tree,
Never bent for a sprout,
Nor from a series of calamity,
So now I am rotting,
A lone shriveled tree.
.
A MEAL
I was fed rotten,
Nurtured swollen,
Made to breed with my brethren,
Then, I was chopped and eaten.
BOAT ASSAIL
A man wanted to sail,
So he made a boat,
He also made a cover,
To shield him from sunlight and rain,
His family said farewells at the shore,
Then he sailed in the soil,
Six feet under the ground.
JovialMask2024
YOU ARE READING
POEMS
Poetry"These don't heal." TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ CONTENTS THAT SOME READERS MIGHT FIND DISTURBING. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
