They burned me with no name, no service, no hope, just their pity and my pain.
But it's over now.
The pain was there, but now it's gone.
The fear left sooner, before the blackness.
And after the blackness…
Light
But this was no heaven
It was my pyre
And now all I see is fire
Now a candle,
Now a bonfire,
Now reduced to ashes and embers
Always diminishing or growing,
But never engulfing me
or going out fully and leaving me in peace
for I am the unnamed dead,
the one with no name or country,
with no home ahead,
and no comfort behind.
Death takes no checks,
And Life no receipts.