The Coffin

The empty soul of life rests

Within my lined belly.

Retiring peacefully for all eternity.

No pain or suffering, only ever-lasting sovereignty.

Most of my life is spent living underground

Baring whatever the elements throw my way.

Watching as the worms and maggots

Take residence inside my vacant quarters.

Tears and shadows of the next life divide us forever.

Now I am a stone. A widow stands before me,

Staring aimlessly at the scripture written upon my granite.

Her hands are shaking as she holds them close to her heart

Eyes bleeding. She wonders why her guard was deceived.

Why this misfortune split her world in two. I present to her the

Idea that this was inevitable. She responds with an angered fist

And a broken heart. I am the only thing she has left now. Her life passes by.

Her presence is what shatters the evening moonlight.

To me she is just a visitor on my doorstep, but to her I am what is left of her

Ever-depleting sanity.