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Those Under the Ground are Lucky
those under the ground are lucky
melting into the earth with a decomposing body
those are the people at rest
the one’s that were rescued, and some were left
i am reminded by their graves
a declaration to the name they made
forever living in stone
while mine is forgotten
but when I’m lucky too
my name will be remembered too
though the stone cannot be moved
those under the ground are lucky
they cry at the lowering of the coffin
they wail in the shadow of the hearse
but for me, no tears are shed
inside I’m just as dead
those under the ground are lucky
shriveled bones and all
how they torture me with their silence
how they tease me with their peace
reminding me of that day when I’m set free
and the flowers and dirt suffocate me
they already made their great escape
but as for me
i’ll have to wait
those under the ground are lucky
melting into the earth with a decomposing body
those are the people at rest
the one’s that were rescued, and some were left
i am reminded by their graves
a declaration to the name they made
forever living in stone
while mine is forgotten
but when I’m lucky too
my name will be remembered too
though the stone cannot be moved
those under the ground are lucky
they cry at the lowering of the coffin
they wail in the shadow of the hearse
but for me, no tears are shed
inside I’m just as dead
those under the ground are lucky
shriveled bones and all
how they torture me with their silence
how they tease me with their peace
reminding me of that day when I’m set free
and the flowers and dirt suffocate me
they already made their great escape
but as for me
i’ll have to wait
those under the ground are lucky
Published 9th Jan 2020
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9th Jan 2020 2:44am
I really liked the repetition in this, Travelingfairyperson. It drives the point home without appearing redundant. You spaced them perfectly for the exact emphasis needed to refer the reader back to the heart of the poem: your perspective on death.
Well done.
Well done.
13th Jan 2020 6:39am
