honorable mention
Noak WallenbergPhoto © Noak Wallenberg
title
Youth, tenderly hanging.
I remain on a bed of flowers.
We die one by one as time grows old.
Who am I?
Marked my all that is dark,
I must make my final journey,
until the end of time.
The nature suffocates me
as much as it does moves me,
yet i remain as lost as ever.
I clench my jaw as I imagine myself
falling to the ground
only to melt away in a forgotten past.
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entry description
As i slowly wait for the unknownI remain on a bed of flowers.
We die one by one as time grows old.
Who am I?
Marked my all that is dark,
I must make my final journey,
until the end of time.
The nature suffocates me
as much as it does moves me,
yet i remain as lost as ever.
I clench my jaw as I imagine myself
falling to the ground
only to melt away in a forgotten past.
back to gallery