The day I die,
Maybe,
Just maybe my lungs will sound
Echo their frustration
Finally
Forever-ly intent on wrapping me up
In finality
Nil-happenstance
An understanding of culmination
Me
I
One
With the dregs of existence
Longing for nothing more
Than a chance to contemplate
Extrapolate
Maybe then dictate my meaning
Upon closed eyes
Bowed head
Forced meaning of society...
Trash to treasure.
Mystery to resolution
Cold case to scorching instantaneous absolution
My epitaph to the clearing.
How much does it cost to breathe now?
©2014clarencecbess
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