Gravedigger
The casket was buried in flowers,
A pungent smell for a grave,
Clock of life ticking down the hours,
Soft petals flying up to heaven's gate,
Silence echoes in the ivory tower,
A wingless angel sorrow by trait,
Limit intended for those who cower,
Judging the judgment for a soul to migrate,
Gravedigger are you just a slave?
The grim reaper waiting for another grave,
Gravedigger does this not seem insane?
Don't toss that dirt on me i want to see my fate,
Six feet deep under the cold shovel strain,
An ongoing battle between give and take,
A life no longer the tombstones proclaim,
This plot of land made for a human crate,
Time will continue to flow like blood in veins,
So gravedigger I have one request to make,
Don't throw that dirt on me so I can feel the rain,
Don't throw that dirt on me so I can see my fate.
(2017)
Copyright © Corwin Donovan | Year Posted 2017
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