lie with myself

guard the grave
through the dark days the light nights
in my hand: a shovel, ready
for the memories digging their way up
think they still have a heartbeat

down in the soil
I sleep better I now get to
in my own bed
     "do you remember?"
an echo whispers
     "how you used to gaze the
       glow-in-the-dark stars
       not dreading the dream but
       looking for a wish"

there's a reverberate
the sky framed with dirt laughs
behind my back with every distant sun

I lie with myself
in the cold deep earth
I lie with myself
up there ready with:
the shovel, the guilt

and the glow-in-the-dark stars
warned me,
      I think
of how our lips turned blue years ago
            that it's
me I'm burying over and over again
it's me who is dead
         but I'm warm, I'm good
I lie with myself

 

Tags: Dark, Pain, Metaphor, Depressing, Sad, Weird,