Alone

What to do

When you’re empty

And alone

Just skin and bones

Willing to be reduced

To less.

I confess,

I feel useless

The grave

Speaks to me still

In words only I understand:

“Take my hand,

Rest a while.”

And I smile

At promises of peace

That leave me

Uneasy.

The pain in stranger’s eyes

Calls to me

In languages

Only we can utter.

Opens passages

To worlds

Only we

Have ever known.