Oct 24, 2021
Extinct
This is the least mortal thing to date,
The ever-lasting knowledge of you,
Those memories that make you, fall to the wayside,
Flicker out into the extinction of the moon’s rays,
For yet a different conversant phase.
You were the most unreal. Clean slate,
Every time we met, always brand-new,
Each of them silently aglow through the night sky,
Dancing like we would in the living room, late on Sundays,
Not that we do much living, these days.
[Twenty-fourth day of Inktober. Prompt: Extinct]
#inktober2021#inktober#poem#poetry#poems on tumblr#short poem#writing#english literature#literature#extinct#no tea#sad i know#uh anyway#it's late#also this was weird#and not much thought really went into it im afraid#however i did look at clips of the dead poet's society all day#so yknow#silver lining??
