I don't want to be buried in the ground.
Worms on my body, crawling around.
Eating my flesh, eating my brains.
Thanksgiving feast on my body's remains.
I don't want a headstone or grave.
No need for a burial plot.
I refuse to go in a casket,
where my body is left to rot.
I have no one in my life.
So I don't need a viewing.
All those who abandoned me,
gathered around with sad boo-hooing!
There is no need for a funeral.
Don't bother with a wake.
The gathering of so many,
And all of them are fake.
Don't waste all that money
on a burial plot.
For someone the world
had already forgot.
A grave they can visit,
isn't worth the money you will pay.
They didn't bother to visit me,
When I was alive anyway.
I want my body burned,
And my ashes, dumped in the sea.
A coffin and a grave,
Just another prison to me.
With my ashes in the ocean,
I will finally be free.
Dump my ashes in the ocean.
Go away and leave me be.
Copyright © Athena Plante | Year Posted 2022
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