Tomb
Published in
1 min readApr 15, 2019
This appalling emptiness
This dungeon of gloom
Where seconds feel like days
And minutes not ending soon
There’s a burden deep inside
A weight far too much to carry
Perhaps this time I’m drowning
And there’s no ferry
Summer heat never bothered me
And never did the sunlight
Maybe hell is not so different
From the fabled paradise
Funny creatures we are
Funny is our act
How can a soul own another
Is a mystery forever
That plead, that cry
Till the tears become dry
When does it stop
Or is it all that there is
Dark clouds make way for sunshine
And those waves surely end someday
Hope is where we dig our grave
And hope is where we lay