erosion

A poem about erosion.

.erosion.

 

erosion of my

soul happens

one drip at a time

 

drip after drip

melts my memories

my dreams

my hopes

 

drip after drip 

and I'm all gone

flowing out to the gutter

of the underworld

Reviews

[Miss Coral]

I thought this was a beautiful image.. however, I also think that you could really add on to this one.. it doesn't seem complete to me.
Great piece though.. love the imagery and tone. :)

-Coral-

[Steve]

Hmmm. What happened here? I dont see the write......lol

[Michael of Gilead]

The soul can be re-generated though :)

[Liza]

this erosion had a sense of mystery
but also a sense of clarity
as the rust chips off
you come back to reality

[Wicahpi]

This reminds me of someone having Alzheimer's Disease,
wasting away in their mind, forgetting cherished moments,
one by one bye one ... Sad.