Found.
Lost. Gone forever.
Picked at each
Day.
Birds fly.
In
My cage.
My eyes,
gone
Flesh corroding.
Who thinks
Of
Me
Anymore?
William Dancoon.
That’s me.
Or was.
But now,
Gone,
Unheard,
Unspoken of.
Unnoticed.
No noise,
No sound from me.
I hang here
In
My
Cage.
Waiting.
One day
they
will
take me.
And I will laugh.
Dead.
Dad.
Once upon a time.
Flesh gone.
Clothes rotting.
Sun consuming
Never
Again.