My world is a cemetery,
My home—a tombstone.
The sun fails to lend any light to a quick
Diminishing existence.
My eternal sleep restless and transient.
A pillow of despair and a covering of
Immaculate darkness, I reminisce—of
Things I never had.
A sadness creeps deep into my soul, yet
Where I once have sought an
Answer to myself—now I only wish for
An end to my suffering.
Deep down I feel reluctant to hear my
Heart's desire
Oh, how I look to my inner God—whom I
Don't worship—for guidance.
The end is near—yet I praise.
My fate was decided long ere I ever
Treaded onto the soil of my blessed
Planet, a speck in the schemes of the
Universe.
Vindication is near and Salvation lies in
The memories I endure and the hope I
Once bestowed upon myself.
About the Creator
Derrick Rybacki
I am 39 from a small town in Illinois. I have been an avid reader and aspiring writer all my life. I strive to be better than I was the day before and take life as it is. I write mostly stories and hope to one day see my name in print.
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