Best Sentencer Poems
The rain pours down my face while lights flash in the distance
Among the ones once living, I choose the path of most resistance
Blood, sweat, tears, and rain mix as I grasp the wooden sentencer
Condemning to eternity the demons while my hands endure the splinters.
The moon has left me, I’m alone on my mission
The clouds bear down with rain relentless
But I must press on to be set free
And bury the dead that dwells in me
Digging and digging but no hole deep enough
To be rid of these skeletons with time that got tough
And hardened with hate, vile, and discourse
To infect my being with no remorse
Pain shoots through my chest as my breath becomes ragged
The time is near but there is no casket
No viewing, no service, just a body and a grave
In this place called the land of the free and the home of the brave
No more shall my dreams and my life be altered
My visions are now clear and my step un-faltered
You have lived on way past your prime
And now I must say that you are out of time
I dig further until I reach satisfaction
And as I throw me in, my face no reaction
I stand on the side as my face looks back up at me
I say a silent prayer and mouth R.I.P.
My body looks up back at me expressionless and cold
I throw on more dirt like it was foretold
That I would be burying the dead and living anew
And starting a new path without you
My body remains still as I continue to bury it
Knowing that a part of me will no longer be cherished
More tears come as I realize what’s done
But continue to move for I must move on
As I pat down the last of the dirt
The skies clear up to wash away the hurt
The moon looks down and says, “Job well done”
I look back at the moon and ask, “Now may I come”
The moon just smiles and begins to fade
And the sun comes in to usher in a new day
I pick up my shovel and walk back down the road
Fatigue on my mind but new light in my soul.
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