Shallow Ground

To who wants to scath on an open wound.

Founders being, on an old rock,

Where is the open gap where I can see,

Shadows fail me, as I think it's just me,

But in the mist, there are others

 

Await, behold an angel above,

Takes me to my resting home,

Tasking from where I was,

Underground in a waiting hole

Author's Note

Novice writer for poetry, more contemporary and more to the point of what we are, who we are as humans.

Reviews

[Dave "Doc" Rogers]

Finality, morose. It is a bit dark but thought provoking. It's a thinker's poem.

Thanks for sharing.

Cheers!
Doc.