Slowly and steadily sadness creeps,
It wanders deep inside of me.
Every move, every hour,
The words escape the solitude hour,
Frail and quiet, I lie within.
Making every sense of scattered findings,
Seeking solace in the smile of a child,
His innocent childlike ramblings,
Alone, stubborn, friendless, I lie.
Overcome with grief, the body aches,
Flaws and emptiness envelops the mind,
Corrupts the crumbs of leftover happiness,
Stale and morbid the songbird hangs,
from a string across a parapet grill.
I watch death flutter by,
and I voluntarily close my nostrils.
Unknowing and unwanting,
but life still goes on.
I don't think I want to, too.
There is no way out.
This is a survivor's last vigil.
