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White stone grave
My name etched across it's surface
Black cloths and streaming tears
wooden casket, my hands folded cross my chest.
flowers tossed and last words said.
Then lowered down,
down into that dark night.
Blue sky wide and clear
far up above me.
I should be there now
but I'm not
I'm falling under.
And panic sets in
deeper deeper no this isn't right
don't let the earth surround me.
trapped in this unmoving body mind alive
how do i escape?
last trace of sky then falls the dirt
closes my bright day
come darkness and night forever.
- Title: Falling
- Artist: Aryatny
- Description: A short poem about death, not very cheery but i was in a bad mood when i felt like writing this.
- Date: 02/17/2012
- Tags: poemdeath
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Comments (1 Comments)
- X-HayKay-X - 02/17/2012
- I like this a lot. 1 Piece of advice, try to get a little more emotion into it! Other than that it's pretty good, 4/5
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