Flocking

[Grotesque]

Mirage of mush
wipes away what
I had inside;
to now decay.
Bringeth water,
the holy cleanser,
only a moment now
I will wither.
Scrawls of accusation,
grotesque translation,
means only infestive
mutilation.
Flocking away at once
was real;
now was gone...
I'm still here.

[Grotesque]

No one likes my poetry?