My thoughts grow cloudy around minds that are dim.
Clawing my way through the fog, the decay I hold within,
I stumble upon fragments of who I might have been.
In fear - with desperation - I cling to these small morsels,
Ever feeling strength drain from my tense muscles.
On one knee, then another, I stand amidst fossils,
Relics from an age when life had been so much simpler.
My bones ache to join the pile....I am brittle and tender,
Yet onward I march to find my way, fighting my own slaughter.

This one speaks to me of a time long ago.

Very deep and thought provoking... Thanks for sharing

I like this!!!!! Quite deep

This really makes one think.

Thank you everyone.

I don't even remember why I wrote this one. I just remember sitting at the picnic table with my notebook working on it.

Obviously I had something on my mind at the time...