In Atrophy

This

is grinding me

down and away.

Tiny little pieces,

falling through the cracks

and disappearing.

Once,

I was whole.

A Human being;

now I’m becoming.

 

This

is burning me,

eating me away,

consuming all my limbs

and extra little pieces.

I am ashes, now.

One good breeze

and I’ll be blown away.

I was a Human being,

now I’m becoming

something.

 

I tried to hide

from life’s designs.

I ran and hid.

I screamed and cried.

I turned my eyes

up to the sky

and prayed

to be saved

from all my trials.

 

Then came the stones,

then came the flame;

salvation

is an early grave.

The resurrected,

must first die.

The reborn,

first meet their demise.

 

This is killing me,

one day at a time,

but I’ve never felt alive

like I am now.

Conscious

of every minute,

every breath and moment

that comes to me.

 

I used to be

a human being;

now, I am becoming nothing.

Nothing

has ever been

more beautiful.

 

HG – 2019