Tomb

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