Closure Interrupted

A Poem by karmic

He arrived at a place made from absence, that struggled to exist
And like all that came before him, he opened the gates with his heart beating against his wrist
Inhaling sweet nothingness from air forever still
His eyes wonder to the countless stones, spiraling along the hill

He walked pass a dozen tombs, each one with his name attached
Leaving a trail of string from his open wounds, that he shamelessly always scratched
He stopped at an empty grave, realizing he's nearly seamless
He wonders, openly, what's eternal sleep like for the dreamless

For he lived a life of being pulled apart until he was tattered and torn
Now just a costume from last year's masquerade, that someone real had worn
Shifting through his memories like a madman searching for lost time
Something lasting to touch before he leaves it all behind

Like a red carpet, leading him to the best place to hide
He closed his eyes and tumbled inside
He instantly felt the weight of his decision, it was heavy and uncertain
But before he could protest; dirt came down like a endless dark curtain