Daily writing prompt
Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a youth. What became of it?
They call it life - that item I did love,
Youth coloured it; age has made it blanche.
Has life so lightly flown, some height above
My head, some dove alighted on a branch
Where olives bring it peace, but no return
To me, its long absence soon urged I learn.
"Life's not an item' lad", my father's ghost
Did sing, or so it seemed, maybe a dream,
"Nor the grail that seems more distant each post
You pass, on your long quest. I know that theme
Was not what you'd expect me say, a bit
Used to me tell you, when alive: 'Life's shit'".
I woke in sweaty panic, but alive
Thoughts buzzing, glad to flee the narrow hive
I'd placed them in, taking one short breath
That proves that life outstrips thought's Life-in-death.
With love
Steven xxxxxxx
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