The Road
My fingernails are black
I have become the dirt
The dust
The ashes
That cover me
But under this skin
Fragile bones take me
One step further
I still recall who I was
In tender
Scared
Sad you
Long gone
I hold your
My child in the memory
Of eyes that have your name
I hold him in a tenuous
Breath that is almost
You in a dying world.

OH              
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