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!

 

originally published at https://sensualism.me/2016/06/18/mortality/

Published by Owen Tilley