My ashes remain unscattered,
For my corpse is yet, unburned,
And down the road to death,
My body has not turned,
Though my soul would wish it,
And my heart as well,
I fear I have much time,
Left to live this hell,
Though I hope, and wait,
To extradite my soul,
Many are the days,
Which keep my sorrow whole,
Unbidden, the Shadows,
Haunt me in my wake,
And unbidden, the Light,
Forces them to wait,
And also forces me,
To slowly bide my time,
Untill the two conspire,
And finally decide,
That I have died enough,
If only in my mind.
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