Cemetery Thoughts(Buried Alive)

 

The ground was never too hard

To dig a grave

That can bury the past,

But this tombstone

Will be a reminder

That assuming will always

Lie to my soul.

A six-foot hole

Will never be big enough

To hold the promises

Of an eternal life

That the reaper said existed

At the tip of his sickle.

Then the undertaker

Distracted me with fairytales

Of life from the other side of the world

As Grim struck the final blow.

Now a casket becomes

My home sweet home,

And I a stranger

In a strange cemetery.

Reviews

[Miss Sharon]

Wow...very descriptive. Had me shaking in my boots! ~Sharon

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Thank you so much.

[lightsong]

Oh dear! such gloomy and wieghted poem, I can't think of death and the other side like your words did, but I understand from where they came, your opening lines are powerful, and it's not about death itself but applies to some of our experiences in life, we might dig and get rid of them, but a reminder should be there so we won't repeat the same mistakes.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

The metaphor for living under the weight of life's diverse expectations and disappointments, of being buffeted by the waves and being helpless to fate feels stark in this piece.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Thank you very much.

[DIVYA]

Whenever I visit a cemetry it feels so strange like its a place not meant for me. But its the universal fate awaiting all and you have captured that human emotion of denial and resignation so well. ❤

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Thank you hon for sharing your deep insight. Always love to hear your thoughts.

[DIVYA]

You are always welcome

[BBP]

Awesome dark write! I like how you played on all the sterotypes of death and called them out for liars! ;)

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Thank you so much, glad you appreciated my references.