Grave, Indeed


Eyes have somewhat adjusted

Hands are almost in view

The air is dry and falling short

I’m thinking now of you


The immediate world is stifling

But you can set me free

Come seek, my love, find me here

Please come now and save me


Oh, bring me from this darkness

The air it now draws thin

My love, I’m still waiting here

A shallow grave I’m in


Like being buried, yet alive,

Are feelings I’ll know best

Until you come to save me, dear

Until love manifests

  • Author: Michael (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 27th, 2023 07:42
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 13
  • User favorite of this poem: LIZ.
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  • LIZ

    Wow I felt all the emotions. Suffocating.....waiting on love's saving grace!! A little goth! Loved it!!

    • Pop64

      Goth is good LOL. Thank you!

      • LIZ

        Goth is great!!! 😁 Mystery!! 🌙 🌚

      • Teddy.15

        Such emotion in a very dignified poem. ❤️

        • Pop64

          Thank you so much for your kind words, Teddy!

        • sorenbarrett

          A definite plea of desperation and urgency. Air is number one on the needed chart and I heard it here

          • Pop64

            I really appreciate it, thank you!

          • Christina8

            Lots of emotion in this poem and i like the rhyme and cadence! Awesome job!

            • Pop64

              You're too kind, thank you!

            • AuburnScribbler

              The rhyme pattern here is gorgeous, and the tone is beautifully excruciating Pop64, an excellently written piece here.

              Bravo, and I hope that all is well.

              • Pop64

                I truly appreciate this, thank you!

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