Atrophy 2 Poem by DM W

Atrophy 2



In dreams I see you quickly decaying.
O there are solemn tombstones in your eyes.
And your hair is dripping with acid rain.
And all the signs along life's pathways say,
That you will never experience or taste
The sumptuous joys & fruits of love again.

Sunday, May 5, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: surreal
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