A Poetry Collection

I Died

There was nowhere I could turn for release,
So I went to a cemetery.
The graves were each labeled with my name,

A morbid representation of my heart
Perhaps it was my soul
Perhaps it was my mind

I found the stone carved from my love
And I screamed
I wept and lamented

And from out my howling spirit came pain;
Endless pain that was building,
Breaking me inside.

So I stood motionless, screaming and wailing in a cemetery
Until my heart clenched
And twisted.

It cracked and I heard the creaking, felt the breaking.
It crackled like wood in a fire
And burned.

The screaming faded, slowly, still ringing in my ears
As I fell
And died.

On a cloudy, dark day at an unnamed cemetery,
My heart broke for the love I gave you
That you didn't return.

And I died.