The Songbird on the Tombstone

When the fog dies down is there tranquility beyond this cemetery?

Will there be a clear valley with a set destination?

A place of jubilee and peace?

For my hands are scarlet though I am as innocent as a child,

But my heart bears the burden of an unjustified guilt.

Stranded with no end in sight,

I reflect upon the agony of my kind.

Locked in this cemetery with one empty grave left,

The dead flowers cheer for my demise.

Yet a lonely songbird sings a sad tune perched upon the newest tombstone.

Maybe we are one in the same.

I watch him fly into the foggy abyss,

Braving the chains of isolation.

I dream of strength to overcome this pain.

My grief confines me in this cemetery.

And fear of tomorrow cripples my hope.

But it is what lies in the unknown that will bring new life into these weathered bones.

-D.S.