Inescapable Life

Through the cracked windows,

Summer has come and passed.

I live in a pretty home I built,

It is in this home I played vital roles,

Skin turned ugly and fainted,

On the fragile bones like

The fermented memories

In the bleeding brain, how do I play more?

Didn’t know, I was fastened,

With the unstoppable wheels of life

The lone trees mourn lost leaves torn from each nest,

Songs are sung life is strung between such drifts.

They are gone, for them I played this game

Unlike Mary they come, then they go

‘Til sixty, strong through strife, sends cautious peep

‘Til spring arrives so must thrive dormant seeds,

Bitter and older smell of seasons remained

In this home like changes in my memory's flow

We, Trespassing flowers with breezes that blow
And at the end wait for the silent, cold death.

Reviews

[¿]

Awesome preservation of memories and drinking them fermented!
Loved reading😊

[APOORVA]

loved it..connected with it
its awesome....

[Adam Adams]

these lines are very strong and rhythmically very captivating:

Til sixty, strong through strife, sends cautious peep
‘Til spring arrives so must thrive dormant seeds

very well penned.