Remind me of this,
I must have forgotten,
how suddenly
we sink and turn rotten.
How quickly the end
comes creeping, to reap,
like a stranger in passing
feels familiar in sleep.
The Mustang Messenger • November 7, 2024 • https://themustangmessenger.org/7397/arts-entertainment/death/
a poem
Remind me of this,
I must have forgotten,
how suddenly
we sink and turn rotten.
How quickly the end
comes creeping, to reap,
like a stranger in passing
feels familiar in sleep.