Trapped Within This Open Grave

Isolated in this drawn out hell,
I find only despair.
I cry out but I am mute,
I cry to myself…but I am dead.

The wraith stands before me,
he calls to me to join him;
I look before him,
fearless.

Night has fallen and,
the light at the end of this,
open grave I have fallen into,
is not yet Visible,
but I know it is there,
I will discover myself again.

November 11, 2004