🔵 By Steven L. Neugent. Photo by lauragrafie.
Keep me closed up until I die
Then burn me up and sprinkle me wide.
Who am I? With walls closed in
Safe in my cocoon closed up within.
I’ve lived in a world, in which I can’t partake
I’m living a life, but I feel such a fake.
But who am I really, that I never knew,
I’m 16 years old, and I’m still so confused.
I can be in a crowd, but still feel alone
I only feel safe, in a small room at home.
Where ever I go, I feel all their eyes
When someone touches me I break out in hives
Even at my age, I still feel lost in the woods.
Ignored by my parents, never a helpful word understood.
I always feel there’s something I’ve missed.
That my life has been nothing but wandering in the mist.
So what was the purpose, what was the goal?
I’ve wandered in circles no hep from the fold.
Everywhere I’ve been people wanted what I had
I’ve been tricked, conned, and cheated. It’s a life that’s sad.
Even in death, I will be robbed of my name
As in time my tombstone, will fade away just the same.
As I fade into eternity, pass from this world of hate.
Defiant of fang, claw, and struggle is my fate.
Please take my ashes and sprinkle them over the hand
So that I can contribute something to the next man.
To bury deep underground is a waste.
My ashes could give the next crop a taste.
For who am I, but a combine of elements
That is fated to return to the environment.
So burn me up and sprinkle me wide
So that I may rest in peace with pride.