A burden that rests,
Deep in my chest,
Now that your soul has ascent.
I will not smile,
Not for awhile,
With the thought of never seeing you again.
But as your ghost roams,
Know you're welcome home,
For I'm honored to be haunted by you.
YOU ARE READING
Drowned By the Ashes
PoetryI don't remember when I started drowning. I was probably just born in the water. *TRIGGER WARNING!!!* My earliest poetry that evolved as time went by.
