Melancholy mindset

by June 18, 2024 0 comments

The worms will have a mighty feast, my bones will be polished clean and my thoughts will end once I’m put to rest.

The clocks are running backwards

The trains are gradually slowing

Amber leaves are descending on to damp pavements

Torrents of tear drops fall with the heavy rains to fertilise the earth

Billions of heartbeats around the globe beat one last time

The worms will have a mighty feast, my bones will be polished clean and my thoughts will end when I’m put to rest.

editors note:

And so it is for us all. – mh clay

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