Grave


The refuge hole
of a corpse turned cold

Was once loved by many
so I am told….

At the grave,
a solemn place?
I think not
for the curses, and the chaste

The questions of, Why?
Now? always comes around
and before you leave
A tear feeds the ground…..

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