Corner Grave

The Depressed 1

Want you bury me in a corner grave

 

It is to late now for me to be saved

 

Cover me with dirt to keep me warm

 

Like a mother does a baby not yet born

 

Some will say that it is never to late

 

They have never had to carry my wait

 

If you visit me do it only at night time

 

Cannot stand to see the light I could never find

 

Do not bring flowers I can no longer smell

 

I was done in by just one single shell

 

So please bury me in a corner grave

 

Do not cry for a man who could not be saved

  • Author: The Depressed 1 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 28th, 2022 02:49
  • Category: Sad
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  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    'It is *too* late now for me to be saved
    Cover me with dirt to keep me warm'
    lol
    what mother does that...?
    what a morbid thought
    and yet
    so relatable, for us who've
    witnessed, that cruel face
    of fate...
    (I related, with you sentiments
    I too wonder
    if we be born, to be plagued
    hated, marginalised and abused
    what does our existence, serve
    surely
    it be easier, for the universe
    to just make, punch bags
    out of more durable, matter
    would last longer
    and some of us, wouldn't
    have to born, to just suffer..)



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