Bones

I wish you had a grave
so I had somewhere to hide
on nights like this.

I would open the mausoleum doors
and slip beneath you,
curling up on a cold shelf.

Your bones laying next to me would be comfort enough.

But you have no grave.
And there is no solace in any crypt but my own.

Reviews

[pinhead07]

I enjoyed reading this, it's short, clever and with great imagery! Kudos.

[AKhaus]

sad, lonely and honest...great piece

[Rye]

Wonderful imagery in this write, enjoyed the read

[Chase]

The second stanza, for such few words, has great imagery. Too many poets and writers over-express when simplicity is often the better paved path. Cheers to sleeping in the grave of your making, even if it isn't the one of your choosing.

[Elizabeth]

That’s a clever take on making your own bed. I dig it 😉

[Chase]

Im glad you caught it!!😈

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Nicely clever done. Poem have dark tone and spice of dark humor so even after reading about idea to sleep someone in grave. This poem make me smile.

[Elizabeth]

That’s an interesting take on this piece. I can tell you with absolute certainty that the dead man in this piece would laugh at these words, too. He would find it morose and strange.

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Yes I am stranger then anything else . My mind always wondering in darkest thoughts. I am not normal example of human

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Been a while since I saw anything from you... nice one
a very cryptic poem that I think can be taken many ways. That is my favorite kind of poem.

[Elizabeth]

Thank you for your review. It's good to see you!
This piece is actually pretty literal. He died and there's no grave to visit.