security coffin

digging, and digging

and digging.

as the bell sings,

melancholic tidings.

                                

soil encrusting my hands,

my eyes.

was i always this blind?

im sure i saw the light.

 

among the bones and the mud

a semblance of something,

anything.

your shallow breath.

                                 

digging, and digging.

instinctually, primitively.

the ringing's gone,

yet i remain.

              

                        

                                                                         

Author's Note

i have lost everything in my life. i will continue writing, expect some of my best soon.