Sinners and Doers #Wattys2016

Grave

Nights are cold

Dark it is here

Everytime alive

All my fear

Voices, alarming

Everytime I hear

Inside this grave

I am, Somewhere

As I am dead

To the World known

And beings come here

Some unknown

I am dead

But I'm fresh

Creepers come

For some flesh

There are others

Who come alone

They suffice

On my white bone

And faces come to my grave

They ask me some questions grave

I have answered them some

But I am stuck

On the three pence

I had tuck

In my jeans

Some time ago

I told them

So and so

They said one pence left

Now where did you spent

Everytime I hear

This, I fear

For the dollars

I had earned

From jobs

I had done

The wealth

Which I,  not now Possess

Is a barrier between me And success

Dreadful that single pence

To paradise, It is a fence

"I have no answer

Let me go"

"remember, for you have eternity

To do so"