Cold, Cold Ground

The cold, so cold ground
Binding and pulling
And holding me down

Embraced by the crypt
Confined and restrained
And life’s breath stripped

Stygian inked
Such stifling dark
And soul’s light extinct

I find myself here
Trussed by death’s grave
Without hope, just fear

In the cold, cold ground
Decayed and corrupt
Neath my burial mound
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Nicole Avatar
June 30, 2025 at 7:36 PM
' life’s breath ' is ' holding me down. ' I think we've all felt this way, like we're unable to breathe. Feeling completely overwhelmed ! Your thoughts are deep, emotional and they touch my heart. My best to you, Danny. ~ Brandy
Derden Avatar
July 1, 2025 at 8:56 AM
Thank you. I appreciate your thoughts & words.
Wolf Avatar
June 28, 2025 at 8:47 PM
Well, well, Quite a view of the crypt. Sonds like you're well-prepared for the inevitable. ~ gw
Derden Avatar
June 29, 2025 at 10:20 AM
Thankfully that is not the end!
Hind Avatar
June 28, 2025 at 10:56 AM
This is very dark, within a melancholy sense. I enjoyed it- had a lot of feeling.
Derden Avatar
June 28, 2025 at 12:06 PM
I've always been drawn to the "dirge" for some strange reason it resonates with me.
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