Funeral of Stillborn Dreams

I've been living to fill my empties,

I've been fleeing the crippling fear.

How long can I outrun what I've got coming?

The silent night is my family…

I will raise this cup of my mother'sʼbones;

I will drink the tears of my children.

Bury the bodies that might have been me;

Unmarked grave, unrealized potential…

I will raise a toast to all that is hollow…

I will smile louder than soundless screams…

As I'm frozen in a moment of limbo…

As I'm broken by every moment of clarity.