A crumbling tombstome, lying mute in the green,
A dedication of words can barely be seen,
And six feet below, forever you will lay,
A casket for a bed, consumed by the clay,
Decaying of flesh, rotting away over time,
And when someone visits, they always seem to cry,
But your in a better place, a eutopia if you will,
And were left here alone, consuming our pills,
I often wish that it were me instead of you,
But I guess I can wait, we'll meet again soon.
A contest entry
- the passing of a loved one PLEASE ENTER! Please, please, please! by Elvenfairy.
650 points, ended September 3, 2007, 24 entries
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This is sad and sweet. The pain of losing someone and wanting to take their place tied with that feeling of wanting to see them again...
Great...
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this was a very nice poem, but I don't think I'll be putting it into my book for my Grandma. This isn't quite what I was looking for. Thansk you for enetring my contest though.
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