The trenches drink my name
mud swallowing prayers I never finished
every breath tastes like rust and regret
I lay flowers on graves that never had bodies
just echoes of screams
rotting beneath the weight of memory
The earth feeds on sorrow
and I am starving it no longer
let the soil choke on my heart
I watched hope crawl away
dragging its spine through the rain
while heaven stayed silent and blind
Carve my sins into stone
so the worms can read them
when I’m finally still
If this is salvation
then bury me deeper
let the trenches remember me as grief