and it becomes me

as lowering skies

sit in mute repose

awaiting the inevitable.

 

I am done

and the horizon at the dark abyss

is calling me,

sweet home of nothingness,

absence of being.

 

I'm tired and must rest

become one with the earth

disolve, dislocate,

effervece and evaporate.

 

I have given all that I am able.

what couldn't be given,

taken by force of will,

I am empty now,

a hollow shell of what will never be.

 

I lay down on bracken pall

and feel the pelt of gloom

engulf my soul

as the trees with outstreched arms

wail silently in the night.