Wrong,
That be this day
No tears shed
Yet a grave is dug
The shovel tall
One foot down
Then it's three
No tears come
Yet a grave is dug
A single rose be in hand
The cold bite hits
To bad thy feel not
No tears are seen
Yet a grave is dug
They all wear black this day
Eyes closed lightly
Sleep it could all but be
No tears will fall this day
Yet a grave is dug none the less
Nothing could be right again
Lower the coffin
The lid shut tight
Not a choked sob disturb
The grave has been dug
Death has do thee apart
Cold as the biting air face be drawn
Harder then ice eyes have come to be
No emotion be worthy
A grave with no name or mark be done
Widowed and alone ye be
Cry an morn
Tears duth fall
Lover at peace
A memory more
A day to come
One year
Than three
Still the grave has visitors
A tear every now and then
Some day it will be but a stone
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PoetryPoetry that covases death and life. If your morbid or have lost someone dear, please do not stop here. Every word has meaning, hear there is no meaning, just the raw feeling. In death we live In life we're held In memory, never forgotten In heart...
