Old Form

Crackling life remembering
There is a vestige
There is a pulse of what was
It is diminished
It feels almost empty
Yet once the life filled my heart
I believed in what is no more

Everything feels empty
I remember losing my chlorophyll
I am weak
I am so hungry
Life feels over
My skin is not moist
This shouldn't be the climax

It's just that I am so hungry
Yet I know that even if there were food
I would parish
My skin is too brittle
Sustenance would crack me
And the waiting
The unpalatable is the waiting