Oh, Breath
Feet fade into the soil
Gravedigger left to dig and to toil
The rain comes soft and slow
God’s tears everyday a constant flow
No more physical form
It's already begun to conform
Mind fading, now a haze
Heads to the sky, with its dense cloud maze
Breath grasps to an old name
Breath tries desperately to place blame
Unfortunate demise
Has its truly strict earthly born ties
With one last fleeting glance
Mourners leaving as if in a trance
They leave to go home, home
And Breath is left alone to roam, roam
Copyright © Koemi Cihson | Year Posted 2017
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