The Grave

My darling your porcelain face lay ruined at my feet

What a waste of beauty so short lived

The cold has taken you and wrapped your bones

The bugs have made a home around you

Nature does not respect you

Humanity now neglects you

Your mind has left you

The body remains cold and stained

My darling at my feet you do not belong

Reviews

[Toby]

Oh wow, such a beautiful way to write such a harsh truth. Death is an incredible thing to write about, and I think you've done a great job. Thanks for writing!

[Courtney Johnson]

Thank you for requesting me to read this. It strangely...lifted my mood. It's nice. Good job. ^_^

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Beautifully haunting. I love the place that you have taken this...the first line is extraordinary. Again, mechanically, the periods break up the flow. I remember when I started to write in college and I felt the need to put a period or some sort of punctuation at the end of every line or thought, but you are writing "free verse" poetry, so the "regular rules" (sonnets, villanelles, haiku, etc.) do not apply. Overall, nicely done.

[Jayden Ireton]

Thank you again. This is what I enjoy writing about. Death is ever present. Social issues are always around. The more open we are about things the better in my opinion. Once again I will be using your wise words.