Her Grave

by 31   Oct 14, 2021

Through the cracks
She sadly slips
To be sustained by
The rotten drips
Of sickly beasts
She warily sips
Holding sour milk
To broken lips

Entombed from sight
Denied her love
To lie with roots
That greedily shove
Her hopes away
And lake thereof
Watching flowers
That grow above


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  • 5 days ago

    by Lune de ma vie

    Love the vivid imagery.
    The words you used and the description really helped make this poem come to life.
    There is a lot of emotions flooding throughout it.
    A masterpiece if I may say so.