Poem book

Earthy sorrow

Why does it feel like life has been sucked out of us

Left for dead we lay among the concrete floors

Our blood slipping back into the cracks into its roots

We belong to the earth

Let the roots grasp onto our limp muscles

Taking us into its earthly core

Burn along with history

Burn. Let my body be recycled by the minerals down below

Burn to the crisp

And allow my ashes to sale into the wind

Freely

The only way I can be free, to sale among the wind

Cover my eyes

For I deny the sight of life

The terror that holds us tight

And then I may fly