Small comfort in tiny hands
you needed me to be someone
so much better than I am

The end of suffering can still be sad
I wish I could have given you
the life that you deserved

Death always comes in winter
when the ground is unforgiving
I wanted to lay you to rest peacefully

In the warm soil of summer
when covering your small form
wouldn't have felt so cruel

May you finally find rest
among the tangled roots
snaking beneath the earth

I try to save the best for last
but my soul is overcast with
the heavy burden of knowing

Every ultimate end will be ugly
each life closes in vicious stillness and
the aching mystery of an empty vessel