The Journey

Grey clouds stained the sky and the tears came pouring down.
Awaiting the carriage to arrive and to take me where I belong.
Life ceased to exist on this long journey home.
The grass was dead and the birds all brittle to the bone.
The carriage came to a halt and the grimly driver turned my way.
His skeletal being made me shiver and motioned for me to be on my way.
The gathering before me was silent and I did my best not to make a sound.
No one near me looked up or acknowledged I was around.
And there before me was a mirror image of what I came to be.
I smiled as I had finally reached my destination.