Pushing Daisies

Pushing Daisies: Dark Poetry

As time passes on.

As Memories fade.

As everything else changes.

I shall remain blind.

As the ground rises.

I finally see everything for what they truly are.

Too late

For just as these somber faces become clear

the daisies are pushed up.

As I close my eyes to sleep.

I make my final Vow:

I am Forgiven

I am Awakened

I am Missed

I am Cherished

I am Free

I Forget the Bitterness

I Forget the Miseries

I Forgive the Assailants

As these last tears wither

With the final breath of that Vow

I ask myself... at what Cost?