Resentment

Don't forgive me when I'm gone

Keep your grudges as gold

Though eventually life will move on,

do unto my memory hold.

As much as I wish I could stay

It's not a realistic request

For life's debt is more than I can pay

And my bones ache for rest.

My eyes to become the flowers

My feet to become the thorns

My hands to still by the hour's

Rush to become the morn.

Do not weep for me instead

Stand at my grave with spite

Hate me for the life I had led

For I won't meet you in dawns light.

-Poem I heard in a dream