Merciless

Born to rot, to decay
Cast into premade grave
Writhing worm of the forsaken

Then light

Burning promises
Odours of roses
In fear, in hope
Leave a comfortable crypt

Five years

Child of twilight
No longer dead
Not yet living
Learning yearning to walk

Kaleidoscopic vistas close graves
Yet living shy away
For deaths taint lingers

And I
No longer know
a home