The Mud

I have lived a thousand lives, all of which ended in tragedy

Each time I was not sad

I was not angry

I was not bitter, resentful or pleading for a better end

It was not their fault

It was what it was

Again and again I am reborn to witness the same failings of man

Even after all of this I am still hopeful

Their salvation awaits beyond the curtain of what they call reality

I will fall as many times as I need

One day they will open their eyes

One day they will be free

It is on that day I will forever sleep

It is on that day they will no longer need me

As I lay here, the light fading around me

I smile for I’m okay with this, yea, I’m okay with it all.