The Grave

A poem about Death: To lie low in the grave, soft and safe...

It must feel so good...
To lie low in the grave, soft and safe,
To have no past, no future, no hope, no dreams,
To do nothing, to be nothing
Just a name on a piece of stone �" 
A pile of crumbling bones.

Death must be beautiful...
The inevitable, the ultimate end, the only comfort
To sleep eternally...
With no love, no sorrow, no happiness, no pain
Just everlasting peace...
Bliss....

Yes. Death is beautiful.
To lie low in the soft brown earth
Where no rays of sunny life reach.
To do nothing, to be nothing, just
To cease to exist.

Reviews

[Sonakshi Arora]

Yes. Death is beautiful.
To lie low in the soft brown earth
Where no rays of sunny life reach.
To do nothing, to be nothing, just
To cease to exist.

I have always wondered what it may feel like an you described it so well! I am speechless, thanks for sharing

[Orizielle]

Thank you so much! I'm so glad you liked it! :D

[Jeffrey Michael Buchana..]

Interesting that in the first two stanzas the narrator is describing death and then I thought a shift occurred there in 3rd stanza as if death was answering back as if to say from the grave I answer you. Also I noticed you rhymed the last two lines in stanza one and I thought you may continue rhyming the last two lines in stanza 2 and 3..... I would have continue the rhyme but that's just me... thank enjoyed

[Orizielle]

haha thanks, I just wrote whatever came to my mind. :P

[jaybeth]

Very few people see the beautiful peace that accompanies 'good death ' ... I am one of them and I appreciate your work, it reminds me of this phrase in the Holy writ:' Vanity upon vanity'

[Orizielle]

Thank you so much! So glad you liked it. I never understood why people saw something as natural as death as something dark and fearsome. But that's just you and I, I guess. Thanks for reading. :)