Have you ever seen wood rot before your eyes?
Ages and years fall apart before their time?
Grand rises of opulence and light
Dim slowly in the presence of sun and life?
It’s funny isn’t it?
The way life fades even with the hands of nurture
How dust collects even as the world moves round and round
How shadows fall and eyes stare wide and blank
Even as the heart takes more and more.
I’ve seen it today.
Well, I’ve seen it always.
Watched as the lights dimmed.
Listened as the voices grew hoarse.
Grimaced as the dark circles grew.
Those abominable bags that won’t go away.
Sick of mind, and soul and body.
So they say.
Young yet.
So they say.
Everything ahead of you.
So they say.
Yet like the world before
And the world after
They will stand and see
See with clarity and worry
As the death slips in between the life
Whisper silent prayers
As the unseen disease burns behind dull eyes.
T’ is dilapidation.
Death of life amidst life.
Kadeen Nichelle Oksana Waldron
Sunday, March 10, 2013 6.38 p.m.
Your poetry is amazing…such heart in your ‘voice’; Life, death,disease, dilapidation. Honestly I had to look that word up!
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Thank you! All the poems you’ll find on here tend to be written in the precise moment that the feelings the poem speaks of were felt. I guess that gives my “voice” the heart 😀
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Wow!
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Thank you 🙂
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