A broken fence
Some rusty nails
The Old farmer is decrepit and dilapidated
Barrenness is all around
Yet he still ploughs
Holding on
To something that is lost
Everyone’s left
They are but bones in the yard
He shaves his face
Falls to sleep
In a dead cot
In a dead house
Where everything rots
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I like this poem. Grim, with a heavy atmosphere. It reminds me of the film The Turin Horse (which was inspired by the philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche).
Thank you, I haven’t heard of that film but it sounds interesting. This is kinda about how you have to move on.
This is sad. It reminds me of my uncle who lost two wives but in his 90s was still living at home on his farm (though not physically capable of running it). Luckily, he’s now at peace.
Oh, I’m sorry. Your story does kinda seem like it strangely.