Proof Of Life
In The Depths Of Sorrow
i am suppressed into the concrete
like a fossil of the dead
peeled flesh, torn off completely
and i cradle what is left
the soul cries out a keening
a sound unknown to most
what's left behind is bleeding
an abandoned, hollow ghost
there are some things that time can't salvage
it leaves a hole, consuming air
for a solitary passage
a pain the heart and head can't bear
and i remain, unended
until this life drains from my being
my joy and pain fermented
as i pray death brings me peace
longing comes with each tomorrow
down every corridor i roam
through this valley wrought with sorrow
to find the path that leads me home
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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