Rotten Fruit


Rotten Fruit


Rotted apples

Dead below trees

Wasted and spoiled


Worthless as you see

But we still breathe

Still swell and feed

Give help to bottom dwellers

Envy the prized ones

worked for and picked

Effort put into them

What of we

the rotten bunch


stomped over

Disrespected though elder

Our wormholes browning

As our skin wrinkles

Our flesh softened

Wasting away

Not a second glance spared

Our cores go bare

We are forgotten

another rotten apple

laid to rest.  

The darkened skies rising

our souls surging

We reach the golden gates




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