who I am and was is lost inside this worm ridden carcass,

decaying flesh lathered over brittle bones,

I crave to be,

I want to be free,

but a cursed cross holds me under,

it’s message flippant in its words,

my measure less than it was before,

crippled intent,

hate a word soiled in regrets,

I was,

now I’m not,

faded in the memories of others,

shrouded in the touch of death,

words written in my name,

subjective thoughts without my interpretations,

your grief not mine,

the warmth of its glow,

finally I’m free….

This was written using Sammi Cox’s weekend writing prompt, the word this week was GLOW.