the weight of a lifetime
is burdened into an effigy...
you want to die by the time
the weight becomes so intense
that it sucks all light from your inspiration,
is it only because you did all that you could do?
is it because you tried harder than necessary to
bring light and love to all around you
and they sucked your life away
like black hole suns?
you should not be to blame,
do not fade away in shame.
yes, you will be forgotten by the living,
but here in the land of the forgotten
you will be welcomed as a queen.