White knuckles grasp the wooden ledge
For the very last time
The tears burn my eyes, blinding me,
Tearing at the soft skin of my cheeks.
Serpents writhe inside me
But I am still helpless to the trials of time
Which have forsaken my family and took the ones I love.
Still, pallid faces lay cold, staring unblinkingly
Almost wishing to sit up and speak
But unmoving.
A thousand prayers inside my head won’t bring them back
Because they are gone,
So the lid closes and dives deep into the earth;
We came from dust and to dust we shall return.
I knew that the years would take them away
But my heart still fell from my chest
And remains on the broken ground.