Gift for Earth By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
I imagine dipping my hand in the bleak water of Acheron.
I feel the cold embrace my fingertips,then slowly crawling up to my face.
When it reaches it's terminal at my conscience, I fell my mind roll itself in the mist of purity.
The smell of my ancestors' ghosts infests the air.
Their strangling reek makes me sick.
As I watch the pines pass,I understand.
I'm about to leave them,forever.
I won't smell their stinging needles again.
Only thing remains for me is the stifling stench of past.
I weep,as Charon rows towards the darkness.
Nobody hears me here.
I am nothing now.
Only a gift for Earth.
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