I lay on my back
Cold, wet, grass pressing skin
The Heavens beyond,
And Hell behind
A tear drips off my cheek
Running down my neck
For soon I'll be forgotten
Hands thrown out
Like the wings of an eagle
"Take me!"
I scream
To Stars, Moon, and World
Submitting to them at long last
Soon I'll be forgotten
The winds howl
Ripping at clothes
Tearing at skin
A puff of air escapes
Cold, dry lips
Body relaxes into grass
I'll be forgotten
I float towards the Heavens
Away from Hell
Looking at them
Alone
Left behind
Forgotten
But I
I am free
I am free
Damn.
ReplyDeleteThat's really all I can say about this.
But that's a good thing.