[Afterlife]
/ ˈɑːftəˌlaɪf/
A conscious existence after death
as the sound of drowning in a grave, quietly plays- maybe the
world is already over; and I’m failing to recognize it
anymore, or any less, of what it all was long before;
-as the love you sometimes seek will break you
the trust you rest in someone’s hand, is the hand of friends
who will betray you; some of the dreams you believe in,
will have your family reject you, and those who wish you well,
will quietly judge you- when you immediately fail
as everything tells us, time stands still when in times of grief
the silent lips of sounding out your pain in sleepless nights;
as by the few stars I visit; I sometimes hope to join them
as a host; choosing to still shine in a surrounding darkness
alas, I’m more so a falling star- clad in gravity, my stellar
bones are each pulled apart- but apart from feeling an aversive disgrace;
the picture of your face, does fill me with grace- that even in
this life’s grave, I could die a pretty smile- as the one you always
showed, for in my afterlife, it would be something special to behold
