My Funeral Procession

Darkness encompasses my space My future seen bleak, feral beasts hide Not even a glow worm to throw light I see no chance of deliverance. Through the mazy depths of gloom, I wade Struck with the pestilence of rejection and hate Hopes are now like shredded threads Frayed away from a rope I seek shade under a leafless tree I hold on to a crutch as a prop I curl up like a helpless embryo Floating and swivelling in lucid agony Shutters of distress is about to close in Before that, I will my own death In the absence of pall bearers I shall carry my orphaned corpse And walk the deserted road Inching my way to the grave