Final Slumber

Withering trees seeking to be called a home.

Calling to those whom travel alone.

Nomadic Outcasts.

Wanders ,without a designated path.

Those whom experienced worldly wrath.

Tortured Endlessly

Their memories plague; without sign of ceasing.

Memories so clear and pain so piercing.

Continuous reminders

With sinful, empty, and forsaken palms;

They seek for something they can touch and coerces.

 Forever Intangible.

The empty trees sway with the silent breeze

They whisper and they tease.

“Dwell on Me “.

These homes last forever but residents fade away.

Leaving vacancies for more to stay.

Peaceful slumbers.

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Starfruitanimal]

the art of never letting go tears you apart. nice job describing this how you objectify the idea of it.

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~ very beautiful imagery, monsieur... a haunting piece... it's like a moving snapshot of our lives... "These homes last forever but residents fade away." is my favourite line... it talks to me at several levels... ~ excellent work...

[TheArchAngel]

Mademoiselle, I thank you for the comment. ive been working on my imagery. not really my forte so to speak.

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~ you're very welcome... ~ seems like the work you're putting in is truly working... :)

[TheArchAngel]

Merci Merci Merci

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:)

[TheArchAngel]

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