My love, jarrard.
I wish I were dead.
So many things left unsaid.
I will go in silence instead.
Keep everything hidden in my head.
We are unwed.
We shared so much bread.
I feel so misled.
The distance, I dread.
My heart, you shred.
It lay scattered and spread.
I go to lay alone, in the bed.
Last night I bled.
It turned the sheets red.
You left me on unread.
I feel now, undead.
The signs, I misread.
You are way too far ahead.
I missed the tread.
Fell over and was behead.
The scene, you fled.
My spirit from my body, it shed.
Down the stairwell the spirits drift
Forever down they must.
Down into the dungeon below
To the darkness, the dampness and musk.
Listen to their moans and laments
Their sorrow is their due.
As they pass you should feel the cold
For their cries are meant for you.
See the blessed rise from their rest
And ascend into the sky.
Hear the forsaken, their fear and shame
As they ask the master why.
Joy for the risen and misery for the dammed
For each of us reap our reward.
But whichever final path we take
You can bet we won't be bored!
Bobby G. Jarrard
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