I dream...

[earnest zealot]

Life's passing by at a decent pace,
Each day, i lose a remnant of my base.
With Soul stuck and breath held,
I dream of a natural death.

I try and retain my will,
Only to fail and watch my volition distil.
With my soul in an open heath,
I dream of a natural death.

Time stops and you fall asleep,
A thought suddenly— "i have deceased".
Still alive, lost pieces of soul, a dearth,
Guess i was just dreaming, about a natural death.

@limpid zinc @dusk spade @keen vector @desert condor @obsidian shadow

[desert condor]

Distill*

I like it, I think im gonna make a new poem today

This taught me two new words though, heath and dearth

[obsidian shadow]

Wow, I love it! Youve brought out the subject really well. My favorite part of every poem is the ending, and I can confidently say you nailed it. The repetition works nicely throughout, and the flow feels natural. I really enjoyed reading this

[earnest zealot]

Distil
It is
I searched it up before putting it in uk

[earnest zealot]

Hehe

[earnest zealot]

can't help but do well in the tragic genre

[keen vector]

Damn bro, this is deep.. love this one, keep up the good work!!

[earnest zealot]

Thank youuu

[limpid zinc]

i love this very much @earnest zealot

[earnest zealot]

Thank you

@strange mural

@strange mural

[strange mural]

This dream is rather....
The Willingness Of An Unbound Soul

[earnest zealot]

More like bound to despair

[strange mural]

I thought of the word Bound

Yet it was unsuitable

[earnest zealot]

Sometimes unsuitable words suit more

[strange mural]

Hence off goes the keeper of names.....