Grave Digger

Settling in

Knowing the storm returns

Tomorrow.

If this is fate

The clouds are my casket

I will stand at my own grave

And smile.

We do what we can

To make the most of circumstances

We do what we have to

To survive

Indifference has a color all it's own.

There are times I wonder

If I exist at all.

There is no breath to this silence

No reward for the servitude

The clouds loom on my horizon

I stare at an image of myself

I have created in my mind

Six feet below

My feet are bare

I know this earth is solid

The rain is cold

My nerves acknowledge

Reflex reaction

My heart remains within the earth

With no rhythm to be heard.

NH

2014