Alone I Seek...
I sit amongst thousands reading to the souls of the lost,
Crouched leaning on a wall of emotion - My feet dig in the moss.
Droplets of rain slap their hands across my face - Once tame,
Tears amalgamate with the rain - Imbelishing my pain.
Uncontrollably my muscles fluxuate as I read on,
Grasping the book tightly I shake without relent on the lawn.
Twitching, my heels cut the earth - The wind moans,
Death is meaningless now - The end of the flesh on the bone.
The ink runs as I look up in hope of the sun,
Nothing goes my way... The sheer audacity of some.
WHY WOULD IT END THIS WAY? WHY COULDN'T IT CONTINUE?
You choose who you want and who you don't - We're not a menu.
I beseech to all of you who lay here - Free,
Use your influence and give life back to my family.
My legs shake erratically as I crouch - Back to the stone,
Stiff vertebrae support my heavy tears... I'm alone...
My arms reach out to hold him to me once more,
Yet they reach nothing - Just rip the earth.
I try to scream but I merely speak - Mental torment,
My thoughts are at war with eachother - Relent?
Doubt becomes the most common aspect of my day,
Questioning whether I could live through the whole stay.
Monochrome surroundings glimmer from the grey source,
Remorse sweeps across the street and through the doors.
Through my back it traveled - Breaking my heart,
Leaving me lying across the altar - My art.
The congregation was lost, confused,
Yet their pain was no where near as profuse.
I rip the earth through my anger - My piercing gaze,
Loving attacks crack the turf as my eyes glaze.
My mind was a maze of pain - It was insane,
Now as I kiss the coffin I have reached the day...
* * *
The caretaker limps quickly, panicking towards the spot,
Soil and grass is thrown everywhere around the lot.
He approaches carefully to see a man collapse,
His fall reveals the stone behind him - Mental Relapse.
He was... The father...
* * *
'R.I.P'
'To my darling son, You were the world to me, I will never forget you...'
"This is BBC news reporting from the site of a death at a cemetery in London. A boy was buried here last week and it seems his father was visiting his grave. The father was the only remaining member of the family and lost everything when his only son died... The man's body was found clutching an open bible crouching over his son's coffin. His body, apparently, fell down onto the coffin after he suffered from a strong heart attack. Strangely the coffin was found unearthed, yet no tools were found..."
* * *
Don't cry for me...
I'm finally free... Reunited with my family.
Amidst the pain I suffered - I found release,
For Alone I seek -
Peace