A Poem by Elizabeth

I wish you had a grave
so I had somewhere to hide
on nights like this.

I would open the mausoleum doors
and slip beneath you,
curling up on a cold shelf.

Your bones laying next to me would be comfort enough.

But you have no grave.
And there is no solace in any crypt but my own.

© 2016 Elizabeth

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sad, lonely and honest...great piece

Posted 10 Months Ago

Wonderful imagery in this write, enjoyed the read

Posted 1 Year Ago

The second stanza, for such few words, has great imagery. Too many poets and writers over-express when simplicity is often the better paved path. Cheers to sleeping in the grave of your making, even if it isn't the one of your choosing.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

That’s a clever take on making your own bed. I dig it 😉

1 Year Ago

Im glad you caught it!!😈
Nicely clever done. Poem have dark tone and spice of dark humor so even after reading about idea to sleep someone in grave. This poem make me smile.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

That’s an interesting take on this piece. I can tell you with absolute certainty that the dead man.. read more
Free improvisations

1 Year Ago

Yes I am stranger then anything else . My mind always wondering in darkest thoughts. I am not normal.. read more
Been a while since I saw anything from you... nice one
a very cryptic poem that I think can be taken many ways. That is my favorite kind of poem.

Posted 2 Years Ago


2 Years Ago

Thank you for your review. It's good to see you!
This piece is actually pretty literal. He d.. read more

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5 Reviews
Added on August 16, 2016
Last Updated on August 16, 2016



Wonderland, TN

I am Alice through the looking glass...I mix my metaphors with barbiturates. I take my mania with a glass of milk and I rarely look before crossing the street. Walk a mile in my mary janes, friend. .. more..


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