Now that I'm dead

I belonged in a dynasty, Bloodline of rulers. Now, As a ravishing corpse, I am dead and buried deep enough. All the reasons I thought I was living for seems fairly unreasonable, silly. Now that I am carrying a weight of the Earth on my chest, I no longer feel the beautiful pain love once caused, the stubbornness failure once left, that uncertainty, that fear, that hope, I feel none nevertheless. I'm as dead as one can be, As dead as a poet can be. Although, In every rainy day, I shout inside this beautiful abyss, I ask if I could be born again.

Links of my feedbacks : https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/wuso6u/the_floor/ilbjo68/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf&context=3

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/wus6sf/pacifica/ilbkqag/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf&context=3