Poem #126

Like an old, forgotten fountain here
I stand. Once I shined in all of my splendor
and filled with life and now I am drained.
No more water, no more admire.
My edges are jagged, the bright, white
color began to look gray. You can see the
cracks but I felt them a long time ago
because they always start on the inside
before emerging to the surface. Will anyone
recognize there’s still life in this fountain and
toss a coin to make a wish?

7 thoughts on “Poem #126

  1. Heartfelt and beautiful. The ending was so so good xxx

  2. Nice one

    1. Thank you 😀

  3. I can relate.

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