Moss

Apologies I offer thee in advance
Shedding any hindrance, maintaining my superfluous balance!

For now I shall commence my irrevocable dance
Cursed being, you lost your golden chance!

Shame not in sight, this is my win
Dirt is meant for you, a horrible cringe!

Sorrowful and doomed your existence
No more need for even a simple sentence!

Go about your way, our paths never again to cross
The ultimate fulfilment is to leave behind you, an undeserving rotting moss!

© Chriselda Barretto