Smoke Rising

Why bother when what I possess and have had

Are far more than I ever did desire
Why seek to go on when I know the path
And it has consumed all my fire
Why hope when there is nothing but pain
My goals reduced to tears and flames
All I am is flesh that lingers
But there isn’t anything left
Outside of my spirit
Let me burn upon the pyre
Let me be ash, an incendiary cinder
Let me be the smoke, rising from my burning chest
I am not worthy of the life placed inside me
I am exhausted from the flames that test
Let me be redeemed
Free my spirit
Let me be unbroken
Free me
By flames let me be released

A Field of Flowers

“Death does not concern us, because as long as we exist, death is not here. And when it does come, we no longer exist.” Epicurus


A FIELD OF FLOWERS

Every second lost, I am
Closer yet
To my sobriety
For when I am dead I will not hover
Will not stay in the world of stone
Lay me down in a field of flowers
So that their perfumed scent with cover
The consumption of my hours
I linger in the moments as they flee
Amazed by the variety
Some are sweet, some are sour
Some are ugly, some possess beauty
Some are tragic, some have majesty
Lay me down in a field of flowers
Their beauty will betray
That I have been devoured
By the day
By my misery
Jesus let the harvest
Begin in all its wrath
Jesus take me home
Let me lay
Let me fall
Upon the path
Jesus I am lost
And can never be found
Jesus come for me
I lay upon unholy ground

“I want to die in my sleep like my grandfather... Not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car.” Will Shriner