“Amidst The Dirt.”

Purge myself and lie in wait
This silhouette of my own fate
I let you hold me in this state
You locked me in behind this gate.

To you I’ve chained, to you I’ve sworn
To stay with you, yet so forlorn
I’m broken down, I feel so worn
I welcome death, it’s you I mourn.

So burn this hope right to the ground
Unspool myself, so tightly wound
I will stay lost, I’ll be unfound
I’ll dig myself back underground.

In casket shut, amidst the dirt
I’ll consecrate all of my hurt
But far too late, this disconcert
To thoughts of you, always revert.

I see your pain is deep as mine
You, too, remember when all was fine
We had the means, we could rewind
But you said to me, all in your time.

Time won’t stand still, the door will shut
Your love filetted me through my gut
The bliss was real, no matter what
Now here we are, in dust, we rot.

15 responses to ““Amidst The Dirt.””

  1. Man I have to say, it is a bliss to read poetry with actual rhythm and rhyme, instead of the rowdy mash of words and images usually served as poetry these days. Old school maybe, but that’s the road less travelled…

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