Strength in Death

There is a place I used to go

that I once called home.

Yet now I return as an outsider,

unnoticed and alone.

If I wanted, I could lie

and say I've grown.

But I can't fade

amongst the colors I've shown.

I do stand strong

against dust and sand the color of bone

I do not dissolve with

the blues and greens of churning sea foam

The setting sun cannot reach me now;

I am immune as the sky turns a warm peachy roan

I have left this earth

With actions I cannot condone.