Wednesday, December 30, 2015

To die to self

Gravestones loom before me
Breathing life lost
Whispering dreams forgotten 
Aroma wafting 
Death permeable 
Reminds of time wasted 
Titles crumbling piece by piece 
Labels eroded and laid to waste
Quietly stepping past
Future questionable and unsure
Empty markers
Waiting for new to lay to rest 
Turning around 
Ruins and rubble 
Memories etched in marble
Small offbeat path
Overgrown with vines
Very rarely visited 
One space
Deeply inset
Depth eternal
Stone unreadable 
Knowing is there
A word
Full meaning 
I lay 
Myself depleting 

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