Sunday, July 6, 2014

Gone to the Isle of the Dead

My spirit is eternal
But my flesh is not
Tomorrow's days are not promised
Because death exists
And the dying flesh is known
To rot
Before the world was begun
Death had its beginning
I know it happens
I am not naive
My eyes have seen
Too much
I was born old
Never allowed to be young
And still
I grieve for the lost times
I grieve her absence
I sorrow for the one
Who is not here
She is far away
Taken to the Isle of the dead
And I am sorrowed for my being
Alone without her
I sleep without rest
I am unable to breathe
Air that hasn't been in her lungs
There is nothing that I can say
Even less that I can do
That will ever allow
Me to not be
I grieve for her