Yards of Stone

Dark and Creepy

Where widows mourn in yards of stone

And shadows rule the night

A place to bury both flesh and bone

Where the rotting's out of sight

A place where worms can feast for years

Until they're nice and fat

The flowers watered by mourner's tears

Where death has aways sat

A silent place where widows weep

Hoping to find relief

But comfort is buried six feet deep

Only adding to their grief

If you listen close then you might hear

A satisfying crunch

This sound will only disappear

When the rats have finished their lunch

They call these places a place to rest

But the dead are never alone

We only become what others injest

Beneath these yards of stone

Reviews

[Ravyne Hawke]

Excellent poem, Whisk. I love the rhythm and rhyme, the imagery, and the dark aspect of this. You touched on it so well how we think our loved ones are at rest, but there is no rest with all the bugs and rats. Beautifully constructed!

[Olivia Marie]

Interesting :) Very creative. Nice rhythm and rhyme scheme. :) The beat was held perfectly in the four lines per stanza format. :) Great!