Let It pass
Today be a day
Within a week
Within a month
Within a year
the tree only grows—
My will erodes
Had we met the day
That has passed
I would've smiled,
Extended my hand,
We'd share a word
Or maybe more
Yet I find I can not
Promise it'd be the same
Upon this very day
For worthless
Is a word:
A thing without value
Yet
Still, I breathe—
And the grass stays green
What day is the tree to fall?
They say we learn
As the sun rises and sets
And roads wear down
As shoes and tires move—
Seasons still change
Why is it we come back?
I choke
I survive
I learn to breathe once more
Then again,
Choke I shall
My,
How cruel fate is
How false life is
And how the brain deceives— ha!
Why must we persist?
Cursed is our existence
Hollow a husk I am
Mended from the Brown
Earth below
As words unspoken
Hover between us
Before they erupt
And wound
And anger—
So it comes
You shout
You care
You love
You share
You are,
And dearly, I implore you:
Exempt me
From your life
Our memories we share
Bitter or sweet
For I wear thin
Amidst your care
Your existence Upon mine.
So if I am to die
This day
Or the one to come
My body be at peace
I'd owe you not a thing,
As we never were
For what is your love to me?
What purpose I carry?
What I am?
Let me wither.
A selfish being
And I apologize—
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 3:12 PM UTC
Let It pass
Today be a day
Within a week
Within a month
Within a year
the tree only grows—
My will erodes
Had we met the day
That has passed
I would've smiled,
Extended my hand,
We'd share a word
Or maybe more
Yet I find I can not
Promise it'd be the same
Upon this very day
For worthless
Is a word:
A thing without value
Yet
Still, I breathe—
And the grass stays green
What day is the tree to fall?
They say we learn
As the sun rises and sets
And roads wear down
As shoes and tires move—
Seasons still change
Why is it we come back?
I choke
I survive
I learn to breathe once more
Then again,
Choke I shall
My,
How cruel fate is
How false life is
And how the brain deceives— ha!
Why must we persist?
Cursed is our existence
Hollow a husk I am
Mended from the Brown
Earth below
As words unspoken
Hover between us
Before they erupt
And wound
And anger—
So it comes
You shout
You care
You love
You share
You are,
And dearly, I implore you:
Exempt me
From your life
Our memories we share
Bitter or sweet
For I wear thin
Amidst your care
Your existence Upon mine.
So if I am to die
This day
Or the one to come
My body be at peace
I'd owe you not a thing,
As we never were
For what is your love to me?
What purpose I carry?
What I am?
Let me wither.
A selfish being
And I apologize—