Echo of a life

It’s been 27 years since that day- 27 years ago, it finally slipped away- I held on for as long as I could- It didn’t really hurt as bad, as I thought it would- Still I hear the sound that it made- And the sounds of the gravel, going in the grave- It’s been a desperate journey ever since- The whispering of my memories, sometimes make me flinch- My boots keep time with the throbbing in my mind- A downward cast head slowly adds, to the curvature of my spine- Left foot Right foot slowly I traverse - To me, the thought that I survived, really seems perverse- I haven’t spoke to anyone in years- The closest thing to a shower I have is wiping away the tears- I don’t think I am human anymore- There’s so few of us on this planet, we’re easy to ignore- Living is just a habit I can’t break- The blood still moves and the lungs still draw breath for breathings sake- Up ahead the horizon waits for me- I wade into the water and slowly slip beneath- My mind is calm as I’m swallowed by the tide- Lulled to sleep by soothing sounds of the Oceans gentle sigh- It’s been 27 years since that day- 27 years ago, it finally slipped away-