Heart Ache Poem by D.S. Bell

I lay down in the grass,
In the grass,
I stare between the blades,
Stare at the earth,
Stare at the grave.

Nothing more remains
For me to feel at all,
The voices have no call
But they enthral
My selfish desire
To live them all.
And in their cries,
To be felt,
My mortal heart
Leaves this shell,
And upon this green
I pat the dirt;
I leave my heart,
Where is here,
With you
Buried deep down,
Six feet due.

No woe,
For that I shed a tear
Bruises break in the barrier
I'm broken in fear.
Terror
To tell the truth,
I'm not that same
Same, same one;
That you had with you.
Gone now gone,
My heart always true,
No better resting place,
I think, better rest with you.

And in this ache, no surprise,
I made myself cry,
Not wanting to say goodbye.
Not wanting to say goodbye.