Vanishing

It's agonizing,
This dissolving,
slowly,
into the soil 'neath my feet,
and the earth mercilessly,
opens its hungry hands,
to pull my each fluttering part,

I feel the torturous blaze,
of the heat that rests underneath,
this dust layden ground,
as half of me lay buried,
while the other half,
shrieks for help,

But the world is too loud,
too engrossed,
to be able to hear me bewail,
or may be,
my own willingness to be, 
stands frail,

I'll vanish, soon, 
like a dried up drop of rain,
or a blown away candle flame.......

(c) S.S