Amidst the barren wasteland, lies a carcass,
A lifeless form, a reminder of what once was.
Decomposing flesh and bones, now bare,
A fading memory of a creature that once had a share.
Its end came swiftly, without much ado,
A final gasp, a last breath, and then it was through.
But its remains will continue to feed,
The scavengers and the insects, who have a greater need.
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Coffee, Books, and Me |POETRY|
PoetryThis is a collection of Unpredictable Poetries. Coffee, and books have always been my greatest companions in writing my poems. A lot of thoughts always pop up in my mind every time I drink coffee or read books.
