Decay
The howling wind calls
Groaning rise and fall
Dreams decay discrete
Here on windy streets
Vain ambition dates
Bloody whims of fate
Watch for the word then
Crumbling taste that spans
Rude despair now sifts
Upon such mortal drifts
One by one we come
Aspire to high sums
Yet crash and burn stack
Ash upon ash fact
Death decays decree
Dying now sets free
Leon Enriquez
04 April 2017
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017
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