Little moths caught in spider webs"
I'm sure you've seen them
How they strive for liberation
Like a soul gasping for air
How they flap their wings at the sight of their predators
And rely on their scales to detach them from misery
I am like those moths
Trapped in these webs of desolation
But I do not strive for freedom
Neither do I flap my wings at my predators
No
because I broke them
long after we parted
I no longer wish to fly like the eagles,
Nor do I want to soar among crows,
For I have found peace in death.
And this is what I want when I die,
I want my ashes mingled with the sands,
My Bones lost amongst the driftwood,
And my teeth scattered in the dirt,
Like I was nothing to Earth,
I do not want cremation,
I do not want a funeral for my departure,
All I want is to be like the painting you see above this verses,
Wrecked,
Abandoned,
Forgotten.
-©Paul.
#bleedingheart
#forgotten.
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