IV. Earth

You are the ground
I lay myself against,
broken and bruised, 
beaten and confused.
You don’t offer mercy, no,
you are as hard as you are soft,
breaking me upon your rocks
wrapping my dying breaths
in green succor.
You are silent and ridiculously unmoving, uncaring, unaware.
My pain makes no dent.

Please take the parts of me I used to love and swallow them up in your grave dirt.