I lay alive but buried in a pitch-black tomb grotesque,
As the reasons for this mine predicament aloud they protest.
I gave away mine self, the one thing i was meant to protect,
Now, surrounded by bugs, worms and raggedy bones l fade off as a failed conquest.
“R. I. P” they say but beneath I have no rest,
As the thoughts that caressed me into actions lay me down here without modesty,
The gloom that envelops me magnifies how I failed my quest.
As regret and misfortune fills my chest.
I wonder as I ponder who would like mine mess,
Because I myself look at me with detest.
From within me peace, joy, love and purpose have egressed,
For away and unseen, unfulfilled and unnoticed i lay lifeless.
Hear me well as I unchest and confess,
For if you won’t change thine ways this too shall be your “bliss”.