The Crone

The Crone

A Poem by VJWild
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a short poem about death

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I saw you
For the first time in months
You were the color of death
Gray, ashen
Your hair a long tangled mess
Cobwebs and dust
Darkness and defeat
I knew the time was coming
And so did you
Yet we did nothing about it
That day finally came, September
Blue, sunny and warm
Just like you used to be 

© 2020 VJWild


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This is so sad...reminds me of my mom as she neared the end.
Very sad, but relatable to me.
She was but a shell of what she once was...wasted away.
But her eyes were still piercing, sharp.
j.

Posted 3 Years Ago


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A poem that I could easily apply to the last 3 months of my old mums life.
I do like this very much, if like the right word!

Posted 3 Years Ago


VJWild

3 Years Ago

Sorry for your loss, too. At least we aren’t alone, and we can write it out if we have to. Thanks .. read more
It's a strange sensation when you know someone's time is up.
The ball is rolling and there's no stopping it.
Some it seems just give up.

Posted 3 Years Ago


VJWild

3 Years Ago

Yes indeed. Thanks for feeling it with me!

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Added on December 15, 2020
Last Updated on December 15, 2020
Tags: poem, poetry, death, gray, emotional

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I am just a new-ish writer looking for my path. I like to write quirky short stories, the occasional poem, erotica, and blog posts about life. I’m currently working on a novel or a series of nov.. more..

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