Ashes

by Adam D. Gowin


As I walk down the street

I feel betrayed by mother nature.

I see my self waiting —

Not waiting for death

But waiting for an answer.

That is why I’m ready to die.

So my body will be ashes.

The feeling of my soul is empty,

An emptiness which can only be filled

When I flow through the wind.

My search will be over.

Ashes.