Graveyard

Graveyard I arose, my eyes open, though it was not what I chose Eyelids rotten, which did not close Forced to behold, a fate unforetold, merely whispered by the foolish and the bold. An unhallowed grave, a darken tomb. Awakening within the deathbed of the reapers womb, To that familiar scent, of a loathsome doom, Which unto my senses, which although dim, Declare a darkness which crawled without limb In a land of the dead, ghastly and grim. Vistas macabre and morbidly new Instilling fears that continue to brew, Feelings that within me doth grew, If not due Towards visions of thyne fellow dead, now risen anew. I struggled and limp from that darthly crypt Naked, cold, forlorn and stripped Of coherent thought, nor simple articulation Confused in the delirium of a harrowing anticipation. I know not where I am. Tremors signal the birth of the unseen, I am lost. I know not where I've been. I know not time, nor place nigh destination, If not certain of that chronic sensation, Drowning in the certainty of an ethereal damnation. 2023/02/23 'Writing Challenge - G Words -' Constance La France