Decay

Short poem I thought up.

You begin to decay.

You feel the pain.

Soon you will fall.

Nobody missing you at all.

Then you will be simply replaced

by something so easily unnamed.

A tree, a leaf, a heart.

Not all truly far apart.

All offer so much to the world

only to be shot down by your own morals.

Author's Note

Please be critical.

Reviews

[Bala Gorthi]

This is a beautiful thought. I loved reading it..

[Brooklyn Mcpherson]

now ant this cheerful.... oh well good story miles

[Bethany_Savy]

This was beautifully written. Nowadays it seems as if people are just a number not a person so much.