Neglect

Poem

Insignificant.

Useless.

Unimportant.

Alone.

Once what was a glow, a warmth to keep me going,

Now a growing void for a future unknown.

Distance increases.

As the light that once was fades.

I sit here in silence.

Contemplating.

Wondering.

Realizing.

This is the present we have made.

A happy heart now draining, ignored by the one who fills.

Those who know and understand,

Know that loneliness kills.

The mental struggle.

The physical toll.

How difficult it is to see,

When blinded by delusion and hope.

Things like this make happiness feel impossible to be.

A Day at the Funeral Home

To anyone who doesn’t know, I work as a Removal Technician Manager for a funeral home.

Yes. I move dead people.

To be open, I don’t only move the dead. I respect them and handle them with grace and dignity, as all the dead deserve.



Poem

A source of warmth from cold hands

The sound of burning exists. Retorts cremating those claimed by Death. Memories and ash are all that will remain.

Heat creeps from doors which transform flesh to ash.

A warm welcome in the winter season.