Eight feet in length, three feet wide,
Yet deeper than any chasm known to mankind.
Do allow me some room in my new humble abode,
I'm not allowed any guests, I hope you don't mind.
Neatly lined borders made with concrete mix,
With some shrubs and flora to surround my demise.
Mind my new neighbours who I never got to pick,
For I can no longer see the sunset, nor the sunrise.
Build my grave in a marble finish,
With teeming rosaries and eglantine.
I don't mean to trouble you with these wishes,
I just want a merry place when you see me next time.
Worry not of my sustenance, nor my naughts,
For my Lord doth provide for every body and soul.
Keep us deceased in your prayers and thoughts,
We never needed the condolences, nor the woes.
Will thy lover keep that promise of eternity?
I dare not even begin to surmise.
Will she look to our bed and sigh at every memory?
Or cry looking for a stranger's paradise?
I had friends in high places during my lifetime,
Yet none can be as lofty as the heavenly skies.
For if there is going to be a heaven and a hell,
God forgives all; except for "friendly" lies.
Oh I worry, I worry for my flesh and bones,
When the creatures of the earth feast like the fray.
Such is the cycle of life, despite sticks and stones,
You are mostly the predator, but always the prey.
In the midst of my tragedy, lets all maintain grace,
Fondly bid adieu and mourn like they do it in Rome.
For till we meet again, this shall be my resting place,
So allow me to settle in my new permanent home.
Avoid this soliloquy after obtaining my tombstone,
I hope to be remembered as a man of few words.
"He loved all and gave plenty" it should read.
"His only grief was the sorrows of sympathy."
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The Disturbed - An Anthology
ParanormalA collection of poems that express the disturbed mental state of an ordinary man who just wanted to be happy, but was chewed up and spit out by society instead.
