Six Feet Deep: A Poem

Dirt in my mouth.

The hurt finally ends.

I transcend into the cosmos.

Making the most of my life.

Six feet deep.

Flowers above my head.

Choosing to live instead of dying

Never crying.

I try to be perfect but muse imperfectly.

My melody sings in tune with the high noon song.

I belong.

I am here in despair.

I write to express my feelings.

Hopefully, healing the wounds of my past.

I look avast at the landscape of what is to be.

And I decree that one day I should be remembered.

Remembered for the times we laughed.

Remembered for the times we sat in silence.

Remembered for the times we thought.

Paving the way for brighter hope.

We will cope with the loss and suffering.

It will one day be tossed.