I once jumped out of an airplane
I managed to land 6ft under
Many long years later
The rain still cleanses my grave of
25 years of dreams and memories
Hopes, Tragedies, Desires
Washed away with ease
Nothing left to show,
just some bones
No children, no lovers
No home, no mother
Left in my shadow.
Casted standing up
Could bring no shade
to cover an ant.
Lonely at 25
life broken, unfinished
Goals left to die next to me.
Death came with no legacy,
No accomplishments.
It even failed to make
the evening news.
It wasn’t even a damn tragedy.