Self Written

My own Eulogy
A million written words
Still a meaningless being
A face down dying son

Young darkness in my heart
A twilight of determination in open eyes
Stair unyielding into the temple
Before the dawning of the day

My own procession
A single man march
Insured for a mere pole bearer
An empty solemn three word eulogy

Young darkness in my heart
unrelenting vision in ever open eyes
What new world shall we discover
At the dawning of the final day

Where the last wave broke
There washed ashore my pen
And all the words bottled I once wrote
Written in red my blood upon the parchment