The Wilting

Mouth silent and tight
She sits beyond dreams
Her eyes burn beyond rest
Her heart challenges her
To live on
Or to die in the fight
Things fall behind in time
Hallucinations become betrayals
Her restless mind
Her weary soul
A wilted host
A waste of flesh and bone
Fading in this world
Will no one see her go?

the poem certainly illustrates the title in a somehow beautiful, but sad, way.

Hello Manders!

Yes, what Hey Hey says is quite true.

I like this poem very much; it is good and strong, with a dramatic narrative arc to it, highly concentrated within these few lines. The last line, that haunting question, is powerfully effective and makes a great ending.

I always love seeing you here, Manders Flanders. I hope you have a wonderful summer, and that you will write lots of poems and share them with us here.

Thanks and love,

+Stevie

g`day mandy, excellent. i loved the verse....the unanswered question......Will no one see her go?
really packs a punch. keep well & take care greg

Thanks all of you!!!!

Stevie,
I am trying to write more poems, but I have been lacking in inspiration! I hope to see more poems from me this summer as well!!!!

Painful write...but I sure do like it.