Saturday, September 14, 2024

What If There's only Dirt at the End of the Road

I've had so many times when I wanted to be dead
Rather than the person dying, offering me instead
Life and death doesn't work in a transactional way
It seems like my prayers don't matter, as betrayed
And that includes everyone I've lost, in life so far
I connect in depth, I give all those I love my heart
And never stop loving, but my life will go forward
What is there if all you love is gone to their reward
If I'd a list to share, of all who I loved who I cared
I have nothing left, I have nothing inside, but hurt
Arriving at the end of the road
If my life is over, dream ended, all is will be dirt