Shallow Grave

Winter's night falls,

absolute darkness,

drowning out the light,

swallowing it down

to

the

very

pinpoint

of existence.

The cruel words you uttered

resound in my mind

as I sink

b

e

l

o

w

the damp, freshly-turned earth.

My skin is frozen,

numbed by the cold,

longing for the warmth of your touch.

But you willingly left me

to die here

alone

entombed in my quiet

despair.

Phantom fingers brush my cheek

with tender concern

as my heart goes to sleep.

Icy cold surrounds my soul

as welcoming blackness

calls me home.

One day,

the sun will shine

again

and bathe my face with rays of bliss.

The sweet spring breeze will softly sigh,

its quiet whisper

once more

coaxing color

into my pallid ivory features.

But,

until then,

in this shallow grave

I wait

for the clouds to disappear,

and for love's gentle thaw

to revive me.