A Dirge
Howled into the wind
An unfurling of words stowed away
Time lapses into the dusk
As I sit, alone
Now I know how you must've felt
I'll make my bed underground where I can smell the dirt
And I'll dream of leaves and the writhing of worms in the earth
Now I know how to roam the dark
Without senses
Though I'm none the wiser
I feel so much lighter
Alive and well
Knowing I am who I am
Writer/s: Black Oak
