Coffin

A poem i wrote feeling lonely -tear-

The coffin closes around
shutting off the light
and the soft crying
that surrounds me.
The bittersweet contrast
to pain and pleasure
that rips existence
to shards of broken
glass.

Try to lose myself
in the stray note
that falls from grace
and leaves me behind
where part of me can travel
and I can only stay.

It seems so cruel
the seeming uplift
to heavens sanctuary
that ends abrupt
in the painful sound
of a moment twisted.

Finally the edges meet
and rest is mine at last
to shut the painful outside
world behind and enter
into a world of uncaring
darkness-
which is better than
what is beyond
the strangely comforting
walls of my coffin.