It has been a year

Since I’d last come by

And now I’m kneeling here,

Telling you unmindful lies.

As my knees seep into the soil,

Damp with morning dew,

I am finally one with the dead,

Unfeeling of anything true.

Life is nothing but

Claws that reach

To sink into my skin.

I am tired of living

With the burden that is me.

Strange, how I wish to never wake.

To be at last

Free.

Your grave has been waiting,

Waiting for me.

Of all the spots in the clearing,

This one still remains free.

Darling, I am tired of walking aimlessly

Along the stoned roads

Which call for me,

Like wretched souls in misery.

It is futile to resist.

I continue to fall.

Now let me rest,

By your side, because I am done

With Life’s tests that I bemoan.

In Death, I can confide.

Here I am not alone.

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