The Tomb
Date: 4\24\12 By: Trinity C.
His grave lies in the center of all.
the widow stays in black to mourn.
The tears come but will never show.
she hides in the dark to pray of him.
she wishes for those who witness this,
to die in the hands of hell.
she never wants to love again,
for her agony will find a place,
in her heart which she lies awake.
His grave stands so very still,
with only the widow at it's gloomy state.
She wonders nowhere else but there.
For every second she coughs with laughter
for that will be her fate.
Sitting at her lover's tomb,
she wishes for him to wake.
This alone pain she feels,
kills her with each passing time.
Love is found in the dark
She loved him till death was alive.
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