REQUIEM

I measure every grief and swallow every poison my body craves,
I claw on the pieces of my skin leaving scars,
Damp as the red stains the sleeves of my shirt.

It burns and I bask in the space of broken dreams,
I smile with white lies on the remains of the naivety in amusement,
Reaching out into the emptiness with both my hands.

I long, I am longing even as tears pool o my eyes, and my throat hurts,
Wandering stars glides above me,twinkling like the rhymes of the old,
Traversing gently into the depth of the world.

They seem old, a timeless travel of the earth,
I wonder why mother, why does it hurt to live?
I wonder if my soul feels my weight as an easier size?

I wonder how the years on my heart has piled,
And why does time keep at length my smile,
In contrast to relief would I go on aching still? Without a balm to sooth the patience gone long.

The moon a waxing cresent, enlightened through a century of existence,
And I despair in the grief of want, the stream murmurs in a silent flow,
I am enraptured and fascinated; the night a corpse like as the moon rises in the sky.

The leafy greens drenched in the November rain,
Bend down and before the light is a shadowed form,
The mist hangs heavy with the earth's sigh,
I shall be more silent and cold than tonight.