Sunday, May 24, 2009

Final Regrets

a theos

In the stillness, silence surrounds me.
The cold invades my bones.
Descending darkness veils my heart,
while I wander among the ruins

of this, my own mortality.

It was a fine piece of art
I created for myself
from the rocks and dirt.

Yet tears are cried bitterly

for dreams broken in half,
which lie strewn among the tombs;
monuments to my life.

At last I am left to be

given to eternity;
the silence still surrounding me,
the silence still surrounding me.


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