On Haunted Grounds

Time for the burial
A laid to rest coffin
Surrounded by the roots
Of the trees that outlived
A human soul, dirt filled
With worms that flow through
Eye sockets and out the nose

On haunted grounds no one
Sees, that everything we are
Is just under our feet, laying

We can't escape the fate
That surrounds us from
Being enclosed in the underworld

Minds turn to mush as
Bugs eat away knowledge
From years of school and life

To wish to see, what lies beneath
A figure staring that isn't visible
Stone blocks with letters etched

On haunted grounds, we find ourselves
Our new home, a place away from ordinary
But eventually all of us, will live there