Shrouds crawl beneath my skin
I am dying from within
Life seep out and sleep takes hold
Nobody knows my story, untold
Dark shrouds they cover me
How is it that they don't see
Yes I stll walk, talk and breathe
They don't know, I'm dead beneath
They don't know I cannot stay
My coffin, my grave, they wait
It doesn't matter if it's in my head
I am all filled up with weary and dread
Close my eyes and cover my face
Close my casket, cover my grave
Plant me flowers and engrave my names
Only a few moments you may take
Maybe you can sing me a song?
Something gentle and strong
Then you can say goodbye, shed your tears,
I am broken, I need rest and peace
They don't know, they don't know
Won't you be quiet as you go?
Inside, I am nothing but dark and hollow
They don't know, they don't know
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PERSONAL POETRY
PoetryPersonal poems. Just some deep thoughts I've had over the years that I decided to compile.