Buried

What were to happen after death,
All the mourners gone away?
Slowly crumbling beneath cold Earth,
Bones forever to stay.
What would happen if all who knew you,
All who remembered you,
All who loved you,
Were dead finally as well?
Imagine, a decaying grave,
Nobody remembering you,
Nobody knowing who lies in the tomb.
Words that are barely legible,
And crumbling stone.
That's why I want to do something,
Leave something behind.
I don't want to be forgotten.
I want my memories,
My love,
My impact on life,
Forever remembered.
Not forgotten.

Author notes

I was thinking about this while I was watching a resident evil walkthrough, and I had a depressing thought after one of the graves were read as: "The words on here are barely legible. You can't read who died." I got a depressing thought then; what if all your relatives and everybody who knew you, friends and family, were gone too? you'd just be forgotten. It was a really depressing thought. I decided to turn it into a poem, the first poem in about 5 months mind you. Be happy!