Decrepit roots still cling
The palace of love we built ~
when our blood still flowed very warm in our veins,
is now a crumbled castle —
its walls with peeled paints and decayed wood;
a jaded clock and faded photographs
hung with wry, decrepit smiles.
Now we both live as weary souls ~
on a ship abandoned on a dry dock.
Many layers of darkness and shadows
have blackened our joy,
since the flickering light from our unquenched fire
was blown out by the wind.
And so,
we are made to swim in an ocean
without fishes or turtles.
Our gardens are littered with leaves and petals,
blown aimlessly about by southern winds.
The love in our hearts is unthawed ~
stony, hard, and sturdy.
Yet,
decrepit is a weight our life has to carry —
the burden dragging back our feet.
It comes whispering out of a roaring crowd
and makes our cries
like a raindrop in a storm.
That,
despite being aged and frail,
we are also broken and battered by time ~
more or less, we are trees whose roots have died,
merely hanging on to life
with a long-stretched thread about to snap.
Contest: Decrepit Contest
Contest Judged: June 10th, 2025 6:26:00 AM
Sponsor: Constance La France
Placement: Second
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