Poetry

Here's My Resignation

Deep in the ground,

with not a whisper, not a sound.

Six feet under the dirt,

represented by a gravestone displaying his work.

Rest in peace it read

above where his body lay dead.

What it doesn't say is that he was dead long before he died.

All you had to do was look into his eyes.

Tortured by body and mind,

one day he finally resigned.

Even though his life ceased,

I believe it brought him true peace.

Now he lies six feet underground,

with nothing but silence all around.