Polyneices

Too many times I’ve died

and no one’s bothered to bury me.

So I lay on the earth,

a rotting corpse.

a desolate soul of misery.

My flesh is burning,

left out under the scorching sun.

Maggots feast on my insides,

gorging themselves on decaying guts.

My eyes, unseeing,

bear no witness.

Sunk into a cracked skull.

but the truth of my demise

is carved into a blackened soul.