Member Poem

"The languish are not the unfortunate ones, they're only victims of circumstances. Let's throw in the buoy."
- Thompson Emate

They become weak as the days go by,
Some even fall and die,
The elements are too feeble to prop them,
Something else pervades the realm.

Their beneficiaries are nonchalant to their plight,
They’re engrossed in their search for light,
Ignoring the attendant effects,
Jettisoning the causative defects.

The former are gradually becoming a shadow,
Around them is a shrivelled meadow,
They’re bleeding on the inside,
The writings are all on the outside.

First Published in Poetry Soup.