Plantation

Silence

not complete

but partial

the sound of rain

the singe of cigarettes

my ragged breath

the air still warm

yet the clouds sing a tearful song

a feeling of content

drowns out the cries for help

the sun unable to warm my skin

the moon no longer gleaming

unwilling to take the hand that reaches out

here I lay

as the content buries me and my sorrows

here

where it’s warm

as the soil hugs my body

while the darkness sullies me to slumber

silence

now complete.