Graveyard of Yesterdays
I can never again be who I was,
crawling back to yesterday
yesterday is dead.
I die
and
I die
excavating
for
The
Medicine
To soothe my tortured Soul
but all I find are
old broken brittle bones
A graveyard of lost loves and shattered promises
A graveyard of regret and longing
A longing for a ghost
A ghost
A ghost
he is empty
gone
long gone
a sheet billowing in the raging wind
of my tortured Heart
I desperately lift the sheet
but it's nothingness
broken
brittle bones
And I collapse in despair
Here in my own graveyard
Where I bury my own broken carcass
Pulling the Earth tightly over my eyes
and I lay down for my Death
but I smell Earth and mycelium
I'm not dead
I'm Being Resurrected once again
I open my eyes
Light beginning to peep in
through the crumbling
Earth
of the grave I dug myself.
By Shana Ariela
Holy Lament Member
3/27/24
