Place Them On My Grave
lonesome art thou sitting here in the light
repent and wrath bears out the sound
far from the stars, close to thy moon
between here and there somwhere before long.
as words art not utterd in truth
thy crawl on the grave of perished aliveness
then thy sleep peacefully
let me not into shallow grounds
bears out the hurt in thys trembling heart
beyond a gaze into the sky , light fled thys sight.
find me then thee who talks upon my shame
place them on my grave, thou will not live in freedoms fate.
Copyright © Chrissie Harmse | Year Posted 2016
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