Decay short poem

Decay short poemPhoto by Pai Shih

Looking back,
I could weave such beautiful stories with words
It was as if they were my own
But somehow, things took a turn for the worse
My muse has left me all alone.

How wonderful it was, and it is to write
Lines laced and dappled with grace and poise
Imagine the diamonds encrusted in the night
The whispers, the faint mist, and a dim yellow light

That’s probably me
Somewhere in a corner
Trying to think of something neat,
Thoughts tumbling in my mind, scattered and apart
My heart is screaming with delight at the view
But my mind doesn’t know to how to describe
No, not a clue.

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Semi-sweet and a little nutty. Introverted, socially awkward, but still easy-going and loves penning short legacies in poetry. Big on all things red, and passionate about music. Down-to-earth and enjoys short walks in mother nature's embrace. Smile people, today's going to be a great day. Try stuff you've never tried, go places, venture abroad and live a life you will remember.
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