Touch me no more. I am empty,
gone away from every foolish thing
I once adored.
The love I knew was crushed
under the foot of them who
now say they loved me best
but easily walked over
the plot of earth
I was not yet in.
There is no such as joy or compassion
left in a world busy building itself anew
using carbons, nitrates and, sulfur as its tools.
I want no more a part of it.
Leave me be for I am empty
of anything but sorrow for a house
that once built could not maintain itself
chose to immediately go to rot.
My work is done I have nothing left to offer.
Do not ring my bell,
Touch me no more I am empty memory
my sorrow has finally released me from hell.
© M Durfee