Requiem

somewhere in the distance

lies a piece of earth

never stepped on

by people and their anguish.

I will find it

and dig my heels deep

and ruin the soil

with the havoc within.

and the worst of me

will circle sun

lonely and ancient.

like all the buried poets

that lie beneath

my footprints.

wishing they had

tread upon their darkness

before the world mourned

words from the grave.