Buried


Under the moonlight
Beneath the giant maple
Shaded by leaves
Deep in the ground

Peaceful
Dark and quiet

My worries are gone
Mind finally at rest

Sorrow has ended
All pain has vanished

Dead now
Buried away

Slipped silently from this life
Have taken my paper and pen to a higher place…

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Debris


I see your face
Wincing
Crumpled
Busy as you hold back every emotion

I see your fingers
Twisted
Shaking
Balled in agony

I hear your voice
Whispering
Crying silently
Breaking like dropped glass

I feel your heartbeat
A skipping rhythm
Irregular
Out of tune

I feel your weight
I taste your tears
Yet I no not your pain

I listen
I see
I hear
I long

I watch as you gently brush the debris from the stone of my grave…

Visit me


Will you visit me?

Will you?

After I am gone?
Will you kneel at my stone?

Tear at the grass?
Claw in anger at the tear stained ground?

Will you visit me?
Will you whisper my name?

Softly
Gently like the wind
Oh so I can hear your voice just one more time?

Will you visit me?
In summers heat?
Or freezing winters cold?

Will you visit me after I have been laid to rest?

Will you just visit so I know you didn’t forget?