Rest

My distant approach
Not easy to conceal
My meek demeanor
Does stand to reveal
My only honest weakness
That refuses to heal-
to mend-
Tending to a darkness
That seems to never end
There is a bleakness; an empty
a shallow grave of sorts
That holds all of my sins
Laid out in non-distort
Dare you to step inside
Dare you to care enough
To make some sort of sense 
Of what you find in there
They're not in hiding; so to speak
Just waiting to be found
Wanting so desperately 
To be taken from the ground
Uncovered, Unearthed
and handled with tenderness
Taken for what they are
And finally put to rest