Rated for Everyone
Everyone Image

Standing At My Grave

Bookmark

Under the winter day’s

whispery glow,

all is quiet here.

This is my shattering.

No more hymns of breath.

Just waiting beside my tombstone.

Dressed wildly in vines of time.

Had you been a ghost too,

would you have noticed me?

Must death be the only way?

Bound now to a casket,

may I escape this grave

to speak to you?

It has been so long.

Warm this mausoleum

with your gaze.

See me. See me, now.

    1
    Copyright @ All rights reserved

    Post / Chapter Author

    More From Author

    1 COMMENT

    LEAVE A REPLY

    Please enter your comment!
    Please enter your name here

    You must be logged in to read and add your comments

    New Report

    Close