As my Soul searches this vast waste land we call life.
The emptiness grows stronger and life slips further towards the grave.
The fresh smell of my grave calls me home.
My dirt tomb is the only place I feel safe and warm.
As I wander through this cemetery called life I wonder where this life will lead me.
The only life I’ve ever know has been paved with life’s decay and the bodies of its victims.
Why must this world be so cruel? Why do we just strive to survive?
Take me now I’m coming home.
Back to the grave where I feel safe and warm from life’s death grip on me.
Why is our world so vain? Why do we strive to survive this place?
The cemetery soothes the soul of our lost loved ones who have been taken from life’s cruel game.
As the last shovelful of dirt is tossed on my grave I know its my
time to ride the last flight of the soul.
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You have contrasted everything well here, yuor words, the background the picture it all fits together so well. Welcome to the site, if you have any questions please feel free to ask.
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I think you mean "wander" and not "wonder" in the second section of this poem, and "why must are world be so cruel" doesn't make sense grammatically - but other than those things, which you can fix with a quick edit - this is an interesting poem
I think you are off to a wonderful start here!
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