As Ashes

you take 

photos of me

I don’t take 

photos of you

Why?

I don’t need 

to witness

what I was, 

split second

moments 

of decline,

we whine 

and wage war 

on ourselves 

in a way I can’t 

justify,

I don’t hate you

I hate myself 

and I can’t explain 

Why?

I will die and your 

photographs

will be the only 

evidence I ever 

walked this earth 

I’ll burn

ice cold

and return

to the soil

as ashes,

for 

I am the earth

the water 

and stars

and as ashes 

I will pass