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Forsaken Gravestone I stand at the shore and gaze at the sea as the silent autumn wind blows the leaves from the trees on to the ground...and cover the earth one by one...from trees so tall and while the evening fades into night i look up to the sky, and dream up high.... The wind whispers softly to me and from my eye falls a lonley tear as I reflect back on my life a life...filled with pain and sorrow and i begin to realize the insignificant meaning of it all all is meaningless Oh...how my cold grave calls to me it calls, but no one hears its cry but I... I alone hear the call And I often wonder what it's like to lie down for that one last time that moment when eyes close forever and to feel the cold dirt against my back to forever be encased within my earthen tomb ...to be as one with the earth... And to those who should wonder why these thoughts inhabit my mind "why do I long for death's embrace?" Should I not spare myself of life's future sufferings? of pain and of sorrow? Why prolong the pain? And when that moment comes when I answer the call of death shall I hear the cries of sorrowed ones who'll mourn for my departure? Silently, I'll rest, forever Peacefully, in the confines of solitude Apart from life's struggles and strife ...forever... ...as one with the earth... © palewake, 1999 |