Until the Wind Sweeps my Ashes Away
A poem by Melissa Kuch (dedicated to all who fight for love and hope)
Send me to Mars
It’s the end of the world down here,
There’s no turning back
we fell off track long ago.
Send me for a fresh start
maybe there’s a new God up there,
one who doesn’t believe in struggle
where heaven is life instead of life is hell.
I’m ready to lead the charge
leave ego and hatred behind,
ready to believe again,
ready to believe in Humanity again.
Or are we lost?
Forever trapped in this cycle
where the only peace is death,
where the only hope is in an afterlife.
Send me to Mars,
I’m done with the tears.
I’d rather intense heat
than intense heartbreak.
Send me! I’m ready!
But Mars won’t have us.
It keeps its distance
Won’t be scarred with our pain.
Would rather stay deserted than overpopulated.
Would rather us stay where we are.
Endless cycle…a world without end.
Until the sun burns out
Then we’re all lost
in darkness.
Find the light! Find the light!
I pray for the light.
Find me. I’m here…
Trapped between two worlds… purgatory
Where no tithes can cleanse my soul.
Maybe we’ve been damned,
Maybe we are the only hope.
Maybe we are everything we were created to be.
Making sense of the senseless.
Sensible beings in a nonsensical world.
Questioning the madness
when we are the ones who are mad.
Send me…yet…
Someone needs to stay behind
to wipe a child’s tear.
Someone needs to stay behind
As they cry on your shoulder
from eyes to never see tomorrow.
To never see the world from an adult’s view.
To never see the possibilities.
Someone needs to stay behind to lead…
I’ll stay!
I’ll stay with fire and love and passion in my heart
Until the wind sweeps my ashes away…
Until the wind sweeps my ashes away…