Yoni Dvorkis Poet I do not know?

St Paul Cemetery

obsessive morbid shadows
preying on the night
call upon the angels’ grace 
fill their hearts with light

they only wish to rest now
shadows of the past
nestled safely underground
comforted at last

of course they felt abandoned
fear was all they knew
ghosts held hostage within their bodies 
wholeness split in two

their softened earth is sacred
in death lies their release
six feet deep two feet wide
may they rest in peace

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Sara Kendrick February 23, 2010 at 11:12 AM We all need a reality poem every now and again to help keep our heads on straight. Great topic that you have chosen. Keep the creative pen flowing. Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my work. Sara

Debbie Guzzi February 14, 2010 at 4:12 PM Yes RIP but only if they don't have to have a "do over?" Light & Love & I've missed YOU!

Kim Hilliker January 30, 2010 at 11:49 AM Dead while existing. Very powerful. Great write. Thanks for sharing.

January 29, 2010 at 12:20 PM Such a sad story. Too bad embracing God isn't enough for him. Good use of rhyme and imagery. Powerful way to convey your thoughts. Keep on writing! Karen

Charmaine Chircop January 29, 2010 at 11:51 AM This man digging his grave must feel so lonely in a world of strangers, He is yearning for love and for living, cos He only exists..If he could look up at the sky and feel the sun warming his heart, maybe things could be different..heartfelt indeed..Charma

Carolyn Devonshire January 28, 2010 at 6:26 PM The vision of this man digging his own grave is striking, Yoni. Sometimes we dig our own graves without knowing it, but here it is his intent. People who feel abandoned, loveless and alone are very much like "ghosts imprisoned in the body." Beautifully written, my friend. Haunting, really, and I will probably dream of "the lonesome withered shadow" tonight. Love, Carolyn