Fall is in the air
Cold and crisp it bites my
joints
My cane becomes me
*
Breath in, cough, breath
out
Sick lungs heavy with
fluid
Plague bearer am I
*
“Hold you” says my son
Here is the meaning of
life
Hours pass, he sleeps.
*
Sorry this is late. Internet crashed and had to get it back up and running.
So what are your thoughts on this form of poetry? Have you ever written haiku's?
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