This empty vessel,
Wandering restless,
Longs for resolution,
Craves absolution.
It will not be found.
It will not be bound.
Pouring selfish secrets
Among the rank and file,
Can't explain it all away,
Nor try to reconcile.
Fill me up with words.
Fill me with your mind.
The blank canvas,
Drawn and stretched
Across skeletal frames,
Reveals nothing of it's love,
It's loss, or greatest shame.
Color me with sound.
Place me in the ground.
Sinking beneath remembrances
Of generations breathing in the
Sorrows of countless untold stories
Left to rot by the wayside.
Don't follow me down.
Leave me here to drown.
The unbridgeable gap in
Communication is at most, six feet.
Beyond that is far too deep and cold
To lie alone amid the stone.
Let me rest in my grave
Until the end of days.
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