FicWad

This was my mistake, truly.
To sit in my self-pity grave.
There is no headstone.
You have forgotten.
Your disgust is my coffin, your words my wounds.

I am dead.

My despair makes the Charon.
My loss the Boatman and the Boat.
Am I this long gone?
My defence is my damnation, my words my sin.

I am dead.

I am dead, and you don't care, do you?
I call to you, but you hear crows.
You forgot me, and
Ne'er a flower marks where I fell, ne'er a wreath.
You have forgotten.
I am dead.