Dying memories
shattered dreams
sinking desires
held for decades
seep thru porosity
and vanish in nothingness.
A shrunken scull bowl
struggles to hold
memories, dreams and desires
on a bench
in forlorn corner of the park.
Anchored to a web of shrinking bones
still throbbing with
few feeble breaths,
the scull bowl
singly battles the impending doom.
A journey born in the darkness of womb
slowing down to end
in the darkness of tomb.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem