Poem: Mothers Grave

Poem: Mothers Grave

I see the dark as I open my eyes,

I dream of clear blue skies.

I see Gouls and goblins of the human kind,

Scary thoughts pop up inside.

My inner thoughts have demons,

But I push them far away.

To another land,

For them to stay.

They will never get me,

For I am hidden in a secret place.

In the warmth of my mother’s arms,

In her resting place.

I am trapped.

Locked away from the world,

No one can hear my screams,

From the underworld.

I can hear faint crying,

Above the grave.

The tread of a man,

With a worn out spade.

I’d like to be let out now,

I’ve changed my mind.

My mother’s warmth,

Has slowly died.

She left me a bony kiss,

An indent of heavenly bliss.

I am forever here now,

Encased in my own remiss.

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