Poetry: Where do I go?

Liam

I’ve talked to nights stars while twisting in bed

I’ve written life’s stories on my face till it bled

I’ve sprinkled the seeds God gave to the wind

I’ve searched the earth till no stone left unturned

To go, now I know,

No where left too but me

Into this body the shell, where I’ve emptied the sea

It echoes, my whistling my whispering cry

“Where would I go, if now I should die?”