I am rotting away.
Holding on by a thread of skin.
Any second I will fall into the Earth.
Becoming compost.Limb by limb I decompose into the soil.
Letting everything disappear.
Giving up on living.
Letting fungus grow from me,
To keep the cycle going.Spirit calls to me,
So I can start again.
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Poetry from the Soul
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