Decay

Her years have passed her by,

Each faster than the last.

Each day takes a piece of her,

Each bigger than before -

Until she’s left an empty shell.

 

With nothing to be felt,

She lays lifeless, still -

She patiently waits.

For the day to come,

When she can no longer be deemed ‘ill’.

 

She doesn’t feel pain, and she doesn’t feel hope,

She feels nothing, she can’t cope.

Her body, once young, smooth and toned -

Now lays lifeless, wrinkled and old.

 

Her heart once big and bold,

Is rendered useless, numb and cold.

Author's Note

Reviews are greatly appreciated.

Reviews

[mattavelli]

Hello, ChloMatkin. I read this and thought you should know. I hope you continue with your writing. This world needs more people willing to express their feelings. Thank you for sharing and have a wonderful day. -Matt 

[ChloMatkin]

Thank you Matt, it means a lot, i'm doing my best haha! x