Dead: Figuratively

Tears fall. 

My jaw clenches.  

Fears call.  

My heart wrenches.  

On the inside, I no longer thrive 

Though outside; 

I appear to be very much alive. 

My memory recalls the day  

Of my love’s birth 

My ignorance befalls 

The weight of my own worth. 

I mourn the stars of hope 

That once lived in my eyes 

Using darkness to cope 

While the figurative me dies. 

Lost in a tunnel with no light at the end; 

All at once, I am lonely 

No one to befriend. 

Try convincing myself solitude is my fate 

But no one got anywhere  

Holding fast onto hate. 

At the tunnel’s end; a crossroads 

Choose death, or choose life 

But either one I choose 

Will still cut like a knife. 

My metaphorical heartbeat 

Ceases now to make a sound 

My metaphorical body 

6 feet underground.