Flesh and Bone

Flesh and Bone
©November 8th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram

And slowly, we grow older.

Our flesh grows heavy with care,

And eyes prop themselves open

With an effort (invisible

Fingers stretching them wide),

And our bones whisper at night, keep

Rustling dryly while flesh sleeps.

Once at home with the spirits,

Now, we wave feebly at them.

Willing them closer, hoping

For escape, evanescence.

Everything is thin, the veil,

Thinner, as we see through all.

The senses prevail, we fall.
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Vijaya Sundaram