In Earth's Embrace

This is a poem I wrote a couple of years ago after walking through a cemetery and being appalled at the state of disrepair that some of the graves were in.

In a place where lunar light does not shine,
In the embrace of Earth’s suppressing vines,
There I sleep, in a cool, hushed haven,
Caressed by the night, dark as a raven.

The sky cries upon the stone on my grave
And the raven, whose comfort to me it gave,
Flutters its majestic wings and flies away,
Leaving me alone, to forever lay.

Life, the world, the seasons, slowly change,
But I, in my lonely tomb, remain the same.

Reviews

[I Cast a Shadow]

I'm in love with the imagery in this poem. It's so solemn, somber, melancholy, but it is also serene and easy like sleeping in on a cool day. I love the dead. More than the dead, I love respect and equilibrium. I just finished a book that explains that even in existing, we cast shadows that can affect others. Silence is truly golden. I just added this to my library. I don't do that often.

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Very creative write and rhymatic. enjoyed reading....xo

[Furious George]

I like your style of writing but I seek more purpose in it :)