Leave me in the winter, where the
   sunrises silenced by solitude; safety
   lost within depth
   of cold.
Leave me to lay amongst the earth,
   alongside all that hurt, alongside
   the dying flowers and dust to coat in
   snow and ice
   and melancholia.
 Leave me to slowly decompose
     into the dirt where nothing
     hurt, where my poetry and
     passion and petty pain
     can soak through to the
     earth and
       mean something,
       however
       small that something
       may be.

- Charlotte Griffiths

Published by Charlotte Griffiths