The marble headstone guides my path,
Through freshly-shoveled earth,
A grim reminder of my name,
And days allowed since birth.
I rise above the icy stone,
In phantom shades of white;
Encircled by unearthly mists,
I cry into the night ...
"Who forgot to call my name?
Please make your presence known;
I do not wish to linger here,
Afraid and all alone."
The thunder rumbles east to west,
In lieu of a reply,
And clouds blot out my final hope,
Held captive in the sky.
Straining upward through the storm,
With dark unblinking gaze,
I shake my fist against the gale,
And lightning’s brilliant blaze ...
“Who forgot to take my hand,
And walk me through the rain?
Because I thought nobody cared,
I sheathed my heart with pain.”
The tempest howling through the trees,
Bequeaths a mournful song,
Composed of grief and broken dreams,
And prayers which don’t belong.
Rebuking stones and monuments,
Of those who share my fate,
I turn to flee but cannot move,
Beyond the rusted gate ...
“Who forgot to speak the truth,
When God incurred my wrath?
By drinking deep of bitter tears,
I wove a twisted path.”
The muffled crunch of grinding rock,
As earth reveals a gaping wound,
With hellish fires aglow.
Unholy legions swarm my grave,
And strip me of my choice,
Their horrid screaming fills my ears,
And drowns my pleading voice ...
"Who forgot to save my soul,
Before my time to die?
Without my cloak of sinful flesh,
The chance has passed me by."
Hands of darkness drag me down,
For sins I can't atone;
Resisting more than in my life,
I clutch at polished stone.
Before me stands the marble slab,
Which bears my graven name,
A grim reminder who forgot,
And who deserves the blame ...
Exhausted, I release my grip,
And slip into the flame.
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