Cloak of Loss

Soft orange crisp wind

The feeling of immortal loss

The shallow grave lifting the dirt from under

is all the crowd sees

But the gloomy dark cloak beside us

looks me in the eyes and says, “Are you scared?

The invisible bodies among us slowly depart

And all I will ever know is the immediate loss of eternity

As the shallow grave engulfs me

Slowly tugging me in

Gloom is all I will ever see