A timeless standstill of a coffin

Holding remorse, sorrow, 

      and the burden of a soul. 

Yet, 

 The coffin sings a harmony

with the reminder of peace.

I cling onto the soul you hold,

Laying there in an endless slumber.

Yet you tell me to stop,

You remind me,

  It’s ok. 

You give a guiding light

To my anguish.

You hold my distress,

And give me reassurance.

I can withstand everything.

Yet,

      The fear i hold

    Weaves so deep.

           tearing me into bits

A symphony

That screams me into cessation.

Yet,

You put me back together,

Rub my back and hold me.

With a small reminder, 

It’s okay.

You take my memories,

Hold them deep.

You are a coffin.

Yet you hold the burden of a soul.