The Grave that Holds Us

When the flame is no longer bright,
We wonder
About the trees,
About the stars,
About the grass beneath our feet.

When the stars no longer shine,
We direct blame
To the companies,
To the past,
To our neighbors,
But we avoid the mirror.

When we fall victim to heartbreak,
We turn away
From those who care,
From those who worry,
From ourselves.

We fall into this grave.
We lie there.
Letting the time come and go.
But by the time we reach to leave
The ice has settled,
The edges too cold.

Frozen we sit
For the rest of our lives wondering,
What if I could go back?

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