Penumbra

My world is a place of graves,
Of shadows and black ink stains.
My soul is naked
Beneath the sky,
Golden, red, and glistening.
I, alone, fading,
And pale as a stack of bones,
Have left the darkness
To sleep
Beneath the soil.
Fingers graze
Cool stone engraved
With moss-cankered words.
Words.
Nothing but nonsense
Wasting useful energy.
"Let me down."
It breaths heavy and long.
"Help me go,
Useless
Nonsense."