The Tombstone Shall Crumble One Day

"I care not to know your friends in this place of death"

 

 

I shall not visit your grave today

I will not weep over your loss

Your peace will never be mine

 

Your resting place I will not see

Though your name marks your life

The tombstone shall crumble one day

 

The powers above have failed me

They have brought me to my knees

I no longer can protect my soul

 

I care not to know your new friends

Their words I do not understand

Their presence cast a dark smog

 

This will be a long battle to fight

I am weak and fear the loss

For death is knocking at my door

 

-The Tombstone Shall Crumble One Day-

 

Author's Note

I wrote this while actually visiting my mother's grave right after her passing. I actually sat down and the words seemed to flow at that visit....my emotions were still very raw.

Reviews

[M@]

Once again, amazingly simplistic language with powerful imagery gets the point across effectivly and throughly. Well done, I dig it.

Some of my favorite lines:
"Though your name marks your life/The tombstone shall crumble one day."
All that's material and existing within time and space will have a beginning and an end. However, something like a name, something that exists without actually existing, is where immortality truly lies. Also plays around with the notion of a soul.

"I care not for your new friends/Their words I do not understand."
Remarkable job of mentioning the afterlife without actually mentioning the afterlife. Also plays around with the idea that when someone dies, we don't pan out to see that others have lost loved ones as well. Other deaths, compared to our own losses, seem incredibly distant, when they could in fact be closer than they appear. And you also play around with the idea that spirits, ghosts, God, what have you, work in mysterious and confusing ways.

Wonderfully done, I love the simplicity of your work.

[Samuel Dickens]

Hopefully, you've cheered up some since then. A very nice poem. Sam

[TL Boehm]

heart wrenching. "I care not to know your new friends" says so much - grief is a process. This poem displays part of that process with eloquence.

[Brianna Brie]

I care not to know your new friends
Their words I do not understand
Their presence cast a dark smog

I can relate to this poem. It was only about 3 times that I was able to go to my brothers grave even though I have to drive by it several times a day. The last time was just to painful. Love the verse above...it really shows the presence of imagination and reality at the same time. Super job!