Give Me Clarity [Or Bury Me]

Had plenty of patience
and cried like a calculator
Died- flat-line signs the failed taper
Side by side walking saved me from fake fear of later
Loving let go feel the diagnosis of lies subside and know
this life is MINE
I used to burrow hiding from eternal
Still then no trust for the impermanent circle
Still fertile is the imminent murder of doubt
Believe me-
Without trust internal whispers are shouts