We Will Never Be Buried

 

 

 

I didn’t listen to the birds cry, I didn’t listen to the branches sway

 

All that I could see was surrounded

By glass

My hands were like marble, encased

With granite slabs

 

What was it that you said the angels

Sang

On each glorious day of the beginning

With their hearts held high, bleeding

Out their goodness

 

 I might have wished for many things

If I had known that time would fly

Away

I might have said those words,

at last

If I had had some time to pray

 

I saw a rainbow bowing over

Restless fields of stony grey

And I sighed for his reflection

For all his colors seemed to fade

 

Once a moment came upon me

In which my fears rose to the surface

And laying before my eyes

Was my very own naked carcass

But not of flesh and not of bone

This dark creature that lied still

I saw that her blue eyes were open

But she did not breathe, nor had a will

 

And maybe then I might be frightened

If all my insides were turned out

Where I could never hide my face

Where I could not give others doubt

 

There was a table there before me

A black candle made of clay

And when I lit the wick it burned down

And the blackness melted away

I watched the flame rise higher and higher

As the ink bled down like pain

As the candle that was burning became

Pure and white again

 

And that woman told me softly

With a thin veil over her face

That everyone is dieing

That we’ve made too many mistakes

 

Her lovely tone did not quaver

As she spoke these words of doom

We are forsaken by our savior

The end will be upon us soon

 

     And once it is a folly

     And twice it is a must

So now we must remember

         Ashes to Ashes

          Dust to Dust

Author's Note

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Look up saviour or savior in Wiktionary, the free dictionary.

Savior or Saviour refers to a person who helps people achieve Salvation, or saves them from something.

Reviews

[YouoweYoupay]

Everybody knows where we're going..yeah, we're goin' down. Beautiful, thought-provoking. Tender and fragile with cold darkened fringes. Thank you for sharing.

-youoweyoupay

[Hippy]

beautiful write, the meaning you put into it avades me but i can pick bits and peices out and its very deep and i like it you art seems to amaze me again keep up the good work

[tynamite]

This poem is dark and a bit scary in a way. The wording is so advanced I can't comment on it. I've favourited it.

[Coyote Poetry]

"And that woman told me softly
With a thin veil over her face
That everyone is dieing
That we’ve made too many mistakes"
Your words weaved a beautiful and wonderful tale. Last line is fact. Doesn't matter who you are. In the end we will become part of the earth again. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Rikkevi Rue]

how artfully you weave your tale! drawn from romance or the allure of it you take the reader into a hallway with inviting light and which then swoops into dark passages of the mind and inner world...I LOVE IT!

the progression of your rhyming is intriguing...the poem accelerates as one goes on...

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

Beautiful write! This is one of my favorites from you~

[smalltownsympathies]

I am in complete agreement with Marie Harrison, now that I've gotten time enough to read requests, I have stumbled upon your writing, and am wowed by its utter strength and brilliance. So talented is your hand, my dear, and the pen you write with is gold. Never stray.

[al25]

There can never be too much to forgive.

[Marie Harrison]

Chilling write. A bit eery too. Made my skin crawl. Loved it!

[Undying Glory]

this was absolutely breathtaking and beautiful work, you've written wonderfully here. i just love your themes here, especially about us having made far too many mistakes.

" I might have wished for many things

If I had known that time would fly

Away

I might have said those words,

at last

If I had had some time to pray"
now those are some powerful words!