Beautiful Decline
The evening stole
A fulfillment of mine
To watch you rest
To help you rise
The light’s flickering
Where’s your mind
A hand to be held
A spine to be lined
You keep slithering, prodding, and stripping
My viscera till I no longer can see myself
I keep falling, evolving, then wavering
Till I realize you’re a beautiful decline to my health
The past is home
An eternal sign
For you to heal
For you to malign
The wait is cold
A bond makes you blind
It fosters your grief
It erodes your life
You keep slithering, prodding, and stripping
My viscera till I no longer can see myself
I keep falling, evolving, then wavering
Till I realize you’re a beautiful decline to my health
I’m descending slowly, softly
Sweetness, I can’t object
I’m descending slowly, softly
Sweetness, I’m in your debt
You keep slithering, prodding, and stripping
My viscera till I no longer can see myself
I keep falling, evolving, then wavering
Till I realize you’re a beautiful decline to my health
I love when I wake up crazy ass early and I am miserable but I see a really fascinating poem written by you. Not the first time this has happened. And frankly it takes the sting out of the brutal morning just a little bit.