Scattered Memories, Scattered Flesh

Scattered Memories, Scattered Flesh
by Sundrowner (Austin Runyon)

I wither in place like a dahlia
I die on my feet like a coward
I blown my brains out with a shotgun
Now my family will have to live off my corpse
In the aftermath the weakest will follow
As I have taken lead

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Sad poem about someone on the brink. Sadder still the effect of death by suicide on those left behind. For close relatives, it will break them without a doubt. This little piece of brevity has quite an impact.

Chris

[Austin Wade Runyon]

Appreciate the read. Glad you got something from it.

[Esteban Morfín]

Once again, well done! I would love to take a look into your mind. Well, I'm kinda doing it by reading your work.

You made me think of this poem, check it out. I think it's really good:
https://www.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2092239/

[Austin Wade Runyon]

Again appreciate the read and comment. Good suggestion as well.