My Moribund Will
1 min readNov 21, 2017
I feel I am a crack in a mirror;
the apocalypse is nearer.
I feel I am rotten like an old fruit;
the monster is in pursuit.
I feel I am a wilted leaf on a tree;
please set this soul free.
I feel I am burning and decaying
But nobody is praying.
And the night is still,
mocking my moribund will.