Decay Poem by David Wood
Decay
The woods, aye, they do decay,
The ivy creeps forever upwards
From the ground to the canopy,
Up the trunk that rots from within.
Branches fall gathering at the root.
Dead branches pointing skywards
With squirrel drays and bird's nests
Exposed to the wind and rain
And the wailing crying wind.
Man, he does decay from within.
When once immortal love dies
And the shadow of emptiness
Creeps over his languid body.
When memories of happy times
Form a vacant dream like state,
And the ever silent spaces of once
Happy thoughts pervade his mind
Now dulled with a morbid melancholy.
A lovely write of describing the loss both in nature and human ended with melancholy only.
Everything gets decayed...When once immortal love dies and the shadows of emptiness creeps over his languid body......Poem filled with sadness...Everything that is born has to die....We cannot change it...But life will move on...
I rarely find a poem I just want to read over and over. Almost never. But this is one. It is excellent. Great work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 9:28:58 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A fantastic poem this Mr wood well done