Graveyard Living

Graveyard Living

A Poem by N.S. Bennett

I am the death of culture

Your heart; A sepulcher

Feast like vultures. Turn me to mulch or


Wrap my soul in your loving embrace

A crushing disgrace;I cannot see your face

No stone to name. I'll rot in this place.


Sing me to impassioned sleep

Hearts can weep; Slumber in the deep

Woe at ease. This is defeat.

© 2015 N.S. Bennett


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Added on October 22, 2015
Last Updated on October 23, 2015
Tags: Graveyard, living, death, life, woe, defeat