Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2013
Finally
and quite locally
in a overgrown cemetery
I lay
for what seems like eternity.

Sometimes
you feel more alive being dead
with nothing and no thoughts getting into your head
no books to be read
no more getting up out of bed
just to hear someone say,
'not today'
and you don't have to wake at the break of the day
you just lay
and
stay where you are.

There will be some things you miss
like
a kiss
but if as suspected we're all resurrected
we'll not miss it for long.
Life goes on
even in the
graveyard.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems