Wilt Poem by Caroline Bulleck

Wilt



Darkness. Senses muddled.
Soft and suffocating.
Mute and muffled.
Consciousness irritating.
Grief. Not for loss
But nothing to gain.
Weathered and worthless.
Promise and pain.

Sunday, April 12, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: darkness,death,grief,plants
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michael Walkerjohn 12 April 2020

Aloha Caroline... Cheers and Happy Easter! extremely concise and suffering never was as exposed as within this prose... perfection' bliss... you have hammered the issue completely... All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two

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