ELEGY Poem: The Spirit in My Grave, by Sam Daniel Bacolod

What’s buried is still living
Thought death was the end of all ending
My soul has never been silent
After all the fortune that I’ve spent.

I said it’s for the better
And that’s all that matters
This world is not gentle
For our innocence to settle.

I’m dreaming of you in the meadows
Adoring birds by the windows
Healing your wounds by the lake
It’s too real to be fake.

You’re there and I’m here
Where everything is so clear
That you’re gone
Because of my own gun.

To the person I used to be
I hope you’re proud of me
I did what I need to do
Even if it’s letting you go.