At the somber time of the midnight light,
The deep dark graveyard lit up
It was almost glowing, like fluorescent lights.
When suddenly,
A faint sound.
A new arriver came to settle,
He gently buried himself, in the deep unsettling earth.
Laid down, as slowly as possible
Enjoying every last sight of light
Enjoying every last breath of air.
Then,
Darkness.
The man lays there wondering what he's doing,
Feeling the feeling of getting deeper and deeper in the earth
Until every hole and little nook of the coffin
Is blocked and covered up
With dirt.
The end.
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Death is a Graveyard
PoetryAnother poem, that will be part of the 365 poem collection of 2022.