Symbol Of Mortality

Amidst the stirring haunted echoes
I awake in a dream
Embraced by a chilling blanket of fog
Within the confines of a final resting place
Eerie sadness of stories untold
Only remnants of name and time
Inscribed on forgotten stones
Their only claim to existence
This placement concluded as just a visit
Nothing more
An opportunity for prophetic revelation
In wonderment and woe
I walk along, careful placement of steps
Fingertips caressing their last possession
Allowing my mind to unlock
Endless stream of thoughts flow
Unconscious revelations
Passing by so many soul prisons
Glimpses of false imprints
Confused to find the writing is abnormal
Each reading in this fashion:
Words from the departed’s loved ones
The alias to be known as throughout life
The date of arrival into this world
But their exit, all bearing the same conclusion:
“Before their time”
Each one read the same
Puzzled
How could this be?
Continuing along untended cobbled stone
Confusion grasping, taking hold of all thoughts
Where am I?
Peering from the depths of the fog
A bench made of concrete
Calling to me to rest and clear my head
Cold and alone, hands on my head in sorrowful display
I focus on a soulless image of fear filled familiar nature
A tomb labelled similar to all the rest
But this burial monument bearing my name, my hollow image
Chaotic fear strangles everything I am
I try to escape but frozen in realization
This was no dream, no visit
Another addition to this dead zone of self-destruction
Now imprisoned here for eternity
I was only living to die
But now I am dying to live

Written By Doug Black
a.k.a SorrowSoul