The looming ashes of impending death
float on the wind of the future weather.
Hart fully I feel the impending demise
of my lonely life upon this tether.

I wake with this feeling of forlornness
to a day of trudging hours all alone.
Strange to walk upon the earth each day,
as if treading the roof of my future home.

I long for the time of putting it to an end;
the warmth of mother earth’s embrace,
will see to my safety till eternals stop,
as I wish to rest in her loving grace.


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