Graveside Living

 

Graveside Living

my how comfortable 

we are with death

living in our bedroom

just under our breath

though our eyes have witnessed

and our fingers touched

this pound of flesh 

can't weigh that much

so we pay in tomorrow's

we pay in days

we pay with hope

in unspeakable ways

forgiveness is slipping

grace lost its place

and yet we strive 

towards yesterday's race

i speak out of feelings

i speak from my fear

i speak so the weak

can't possibly hear

i have holes too

way deep in my soul

in places where hope

just looses its hold

love conquers all

love finds the sting

that reminds us of purpose

and brings back our dreams

now to the failures

now to the grave

a heartbeat away

with words to enslave

words that we speak

words that we give

words born of flesh

that hide how we live

bleeding is simple

breathing is pain

peace etched in stone

has forgotten our name

here's my agenda

here is my need

growth now consumed

in the fictions we read 

fiction or not 

we all know the plot

this body will end

like it or not 

so how much does it weigh

this pile of flesh

can i measure in deeds

in who i've impressed

or can we find friendship

out here in the light

where soul meets its worth

and graves fade to night

matt  Francis