Bury Me Deep
Bury me deep
Bury me deep,
where the pain cannot reach.
Sunset or sunrise
it doesn’t matter.
I am but meat.
There’s not much left in me;
my brain is jumbling,
and I cannot speak.
This job may be the death of me
too tired to think.
Each day is a struggle;
the passing trees swerve and tumble,
drawing me closer, they mumble.
I don’t feel human.
I feel less than I used to.
Hang me from your tree,
for my beloved to see.
Gaze upon what’s around so rarely
here to stay, withered and empty.
I love you forever,
my love, my family.
Copyright © Jordan Smith | Year Posted 2025
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