The Tale of a Bleeding Heart

I do not want to be the last one
to tell the tales of memory
to survive the scars and battles of this earth.

I do not want to be the last one,
to try to live and to try to heal.
to try to forget not wanting to forget
for fear I sin, but life heaps on life
a new memory to take over the pain of the past

To strive to breathe.

The dust calls so we answer
not willing, not knowing, not answering
but dust yells unheard
yet we answer.