literature

the worms

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worms

            gnawing at your innards
            leaving behind the bad
            snapping up the good

nothing matters
    not work
        not family
            not friends

nothing

just the worms now
comfort in the grave
whispering
                                                good night.
Wrote a rough form of this on my phone last night in the middle of some personal issues. Interpret it how you will. I'm not sure I like it, but it means something. To me, anyway.
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fahrrad's avatar
I like the way you arranged the lines of this poem,
and I thought of how peaceful the process of life is.
After you die, nothing else matters anymore.
Your body just becomes part of the Earth again- eaten up by worms.
No more worries or stress.