you are withering
ever so slowly
like a flower under the watchful eye of the sun
and i can see
the petals of your heart
flaking away
under the weight of the world
(which you carry on your shoulders)
i can see ashes
that are floating away
you, my friend, are no more than a walking corpse
and how it troubles me
to see the half dead state
of one i love
YOU ARE READING
lost in translation
Poetry"sometimes on the way to a dream you get lost and find a better one"
