DUST TO DUST

*Dust unto Dust*

I wish they could 

Read behind his smile,

So much held

So much withhel'

I wish I were dead

Chanting and ranting

In the forests

Or yearning on the mountains

Tops and peaks

I'd choose to sleep

Like monkeys

And unto the Spirits

I'd shout to Daddy.

Why did you have to leave?

Only then, I would realize

It wasn't his choice

To die

Or be in paradise

Just as it isn't my choice

To live

Or be in the morgue

But surely

A time will come,

And dust shall

Return to dust

©Demetrius White