Only The Living, Only The Brave

Cemeteries only haunt the living,

They gnaw at us like vultures,

Reminding that the time is ticking,

Pitting nature against nurture.

I am trapped in the nets of time,

And every day they cut me open.

If I trip and fall off this line,

My soul will be done with hoping.

But cemeteries only haunt the brave,

They look at us with slight smiles.

One foot deep in an early grave,

The other chasing long-gone miles.

I am tortured by my own demise,

And every second it kills me anew.

If I lose this one last disguise,

My heart will have to walk in your shoes.

-JW