so this is it?

 

from a tomb I cry out for my life,

still there is nothing left to be saved.

memories still cut me like a knife,

routes are set in stone... concrete paved.

 

there is no end to my ever changing animation,

don’t see wrinkles in the mirror where I stare.

left am I in a state of horrific prostration,

there is no end to me... no one to be named heir.

 

bad mistakes I have made throughout this path,

am I to be left thinking... so this is it?

is the hate against me straight from God’s wrath?

will I forever be an immortal crying... so this is it?

 

ashes cover my face from the face of the tomb,

dry is my skin, broken are my dreams.

all I have known is this state of gloom,

dried up are all the lakes and streams.

 

can’t erase this long road... hard it is,

to carry such a burden toward no end.

many think of me to be a whiz,

but none can tell me to where I send.

 

so... this is it?

no... I rot in my pit.