A Tremor

A tremor
Beneath the core
Of my heart
Rushes.

Dragging every spot
Of blood,
To an undefined heap of
Ash and dust.

“Scripture closes:
Ash to ash
Dust to dust”

Scattered, a heat beat
A breathe
A choke, finally
A hushed walk on
No existence;

I have but, a
Fetching hand
Unto the creator
Imploring
A sky to
Escape

When the hope is over
A smile exists,
Ahead of a
A hidden pain