The hearse drives by slowly,
Trying not to disturb its sleeping passenger.
The passenger pays no heed to the bumps and continues to sleep.
Those that know the sleeping passenger mourn their slumber.
Others watch and stare as the body is pulled out from the hearse in a giant wooden bed.
It is lowered into the solid dirt of the ground,
Becoming a meal for the bugs and insects.
Now covered in fresh mud,
The hearse drives away,
Ready to carry its next sleepy passenger.
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Dark Poems/Short Stories
HorrorI decided to make this a poem and short story book since someone suggested I do so. All are either a poem or short story having to deal with the dark corners of the mind and soul. Particularly mine. I come up with all this on my own so please read a...
