poem xox

I wrote a poem about how its scary knowing that memories are fading and childhood is leaving, yet its still beautiful watching it fade. its basically about how loss decay and death is scary yet beautiful. I wrote it for my year 12 literature class. its called "The Mould" hope u like it xox

I left my memories out too long

They began to grow mould.

Oozing along my childhood keepsakes

Thick green patches of earth’s common cold.

Although initially disgusted

At her dense dewy decay,

I can only come to realise

The beauty she displays

As her fuzzy speckled quilting

Blankets my old teddy bear,

With her dainty liquid beading

Reminding me of my first tears

For her velvety deep green finish

Coats my first ever bike,

With my year 2 gold star award

Accented by her luminous shine.

So although it’s still upsetting

As nostalgia slowly fades,

The beauty in destruction

Will somehow eternally remain.

For when decay diverts its attention,

Hugging my frail bones,

I can remain content with the knowledge that

Her embrace will be my new home.

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