Our Lovely Graves

Thy sinful crust consume

Our bones, our hopes, our dreams

Cometh tears that burn

and spittle from putrid mouths

We liveth and reigned

but mattered not yet

We liveth and reigned 

in thy sinful crust we remained

Author's Note

I wrote this prose in the midst of the 198 aftershocks that shook my town and my country (Philippines), a few months ago. Sometimes, things come out creatively from tragic events.

Reviews

[GunMetal]

Though you didn't quite use descriptive imagery, I could still see many images gripping for my imagination, and part of that is probably how you utilized your language. You wield your words like a warning, creating a feel that is very biblical. Part of it is probably the deep emotion you conjured this from. Creative outpourings don't come from tragic events just sometimes; It's pretty much guaranteed. Your poem has a weight to it, but your words carry. Fantastic write.

[Asb]

great work...short and sweet :)

[Jordan A. Wilson]

simply captivating

[Whiskurz]

A very well written and profound piece my friend......Whisk

[Ramya]

Short and full of meaning! Love the word usage - "sinful crust"! Beautiful lines, crisp ...good writing.

[The Pain Stays Fresh]

It's very well written. I enjoyed reading it.

[just is]

I really enjoyed this write, written quite well

[Perfect Mistake]

I love the arcahaic language that was used :3 good work