Tristan Robert Lange

Resting Place

Here I lay

Me

Down to sleep

Upon a grave—

One day

Mine to keep—

Beneath a blanket,

Plaid,

My mother weeps.

Surely,

I am worth more

Than the grazing

Sheep.

Yet, few ever stop,

Pause, or feel

That

Deep.

© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, August 18, 2026.

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