Falling From Life
The ground opens,
The taking begins.
Taking your flowers,
Taking your tears,
Taking my soul.
Into the hole goes two,
Grasping at roots.
Soul wearing wings,
Heartbeats replaced by shovel swings.
Only one escapes the hole.
And he indeed my freedom stole.
Oh to be a gravedigger.
Companions replaced by stones that shiver.
An audience of silent gargoyles who cry,
The only one worse off than him is I.
Copyright © Rachel Seabaugh | Year Posted 2021
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