My Poetry

Leaving

I’ve seen my past and it’s rife with guilt.
I’ve seen my hands stained with blood I spilt.
I’ve seen my mind and the walls I built.
I’ve seen my sword buried up to the hilt.

I sit on this throne and it’s made of bones.
I stand alone in an ocean of unknowns.
I have no heart in the face of all it owns.
I walk a crumbling castle of broken stones.

I hear the lament of lovers long since discarded
As they fall into mere memory disregarded.
I hear the summons of fate well decided,
As set in stone as written word recited.

As my eyes for the last time shutter and close,
And no soul dwells behind their jaded windows,
Heart sighs in my chest, shuddering death throes.
The light fades and I reach out to the shadows,
And in leaving life, I’m leaving my sorrows.