Your Grave

by Jump from Life   Jan 22, 2013


Kneeling down in the cold,wet snow
I brush away the white from your name
and suddenly there's everything to know.

I see your name carved upon the stone,
fresh and warm from the carvers knife.
I only wish it wasn't your head you'd blown.

The days have become so cold
that my tears are freezing upon my cheeks
as I recite the story that you told.

One night in the fits of a dream.
you told this story of utter despair
which ended in your bloodcurdling scream.

I only wish I'd known then
that someday you'd do this
and send your own soul up to heaven.

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  • 11 years ago

    by La Reina De Corazones

    Awh baby girl!!! :( i'm soo sorry that you are getting extemely good in sad poetry but in a way i'm glad for you can let go of the sadness in your heart just know i love ya daughter soo much and i will be here through whatever! 5/5

    Queen Ash

  • 11 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Such a sad poem of loss. the description of being by the grave is very clear and I can see you sitting there. It has a tone of coldness through out which is what is like by a grave. Then to hear the circumstances of the death is even more chilling and makes you wonder what went on in their life. I enjoyed the rhyme and flow also.

    Well done on this.

  • 11 years ago

    by Kelwin lost in thought

    I know how that is. I love it. This poem means so much to me. I love it. Very good job beautiful

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