Old and Withered and Dying, You See By Margaret Leora Workman; Warponie Art

Old and Withered, and Dying You See.

This is how you will always be
old and withered and dying, you see.
In my mind you will always be
this way to me.
You and your way can go to the sea
where no one wants to be.
That hidden triangle will always house you
So don’t gander and don’t be blue
you knew that it had to be true
because of all of the drama that has ensued
because of you and your slew
that you spew.
When did you turn into a slug?
I always thought you had dug that grave
in time for a wave
good bye.
This is how you will always be
old and withered and dying, you see.
In my mind you will always be
this way to me…
Oh please do not catch up to me
because I am lighter than a feather
and remember you are a slug,
in all kinds of weather.
You always said you were a butterfly
in disguise remember?
Your beauty will never be
because it is only on the surface
but that is your choice.
Before you could move in
I am telling this to you
now, I guess, you have to go
and spin again
your web of unusual gain and prosperity.
Why can’t you see?
This is how you will always be,
old and withered and dying, you see.
Can thee be plated and full
you ask?
Why are you asking me?
I see you and your darkness, hovering and piecing people out
and then we are all strung about
under this confusion
this triangle at sea.
Why are we here? This is your fault!
But didn’t I have a decision
for me, or at least an opinion?
This is how I will always be, old and withered and dying you see.

By Margaret Leora Workman; Warponie Art