Graveyard

In the questions I wish I had asked

And the answers I may not have gotten

In the people I could have known

And be known by

Growing forgotten

In every spark of epiphany

And the comfort in putting it out

In any old passing too-pleasantry

In the aftermath of my doubt

Another plot is dug

In my graveyard of regret

Another layer formed

Over the self that I neglect

This part of me that shivers

At the thought of being shown

Is a sickness that's mutating me

To live and die alone