Velvet Words at Sunset | Poetry

.fertile soil.

I'm sad and weary,
hopeless and dreary
Evermore part of the world as you are though

In my dreams I see the future, but only the bits that don't make sense
Nonsensical scenarios to delve deeply into
Uncover my wounds, wrapped in cheesecloth

Bury me, bury me in red and gray
Sprinkle wildflowers over my grave
In hopes I will grow into something more
beyond this world