Like a leaf that’s falling

Or a vehicle I can’t drive

Like a stumble, barely standing

Like he who can’t survive


Like a willow, waning

Or a ship still moored at sea

Like a flameless candle

Like not knowing when to grieve


Like a calamity that’s calling

Or suffering, with pain

Like a window, closing

Like there’s nothing else to gain


Like a butterfly that cannot flutter

Or a spider without web

Like a lectern with no speaker

Like there’s nothing to be said


Like an easel, empty

Or despair at end of day

Like the maiming of a memory

Oh, mortality – away!


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Published by Owen Tilley