I have no time to mourn death
This is the answer to loss as I lay on my bed
I know eternally where you are
In a timeless space like a distant star
I’ve grieved quietly everyday for
Family, friends, distant lost lovers, and finally this flesh made of clay; one thing for sure, this too shall pass away.
To ashes, to dust in this I trust. “till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return."
I no longer need reminding of what I never had
Rip me to pieces cut me in half, separated from the clan.
This is what I am- a self made man.
A wisp of a spirit-an entity the self slowly eroding and dying – I’m not cryin.
What is there to gain as I keep working to erase the pain, and put to rest this undeniable strain.
I will not let it rain on my parade as I make my way to end this final- charade…

Photo: Azarel