Wings - Poetry


 


The dragonfly died last night

And I wonder if that was a sign

That things may get better.

My body is covered in bites -

Signs that mosquitoes like my flesh.

The good feeling music continues

To play

While I’m crying my eyes out.

A stronger dosage of giving a care

Is needed.

I don’t seem to recall

Whether or not you still remember

But I’m slowly disappearing.

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