Forgotten Kingdom (After my Death)

"I'm dead." poem....

I watch my body decaying underground

I peer up and see my small headstone

"She lived; she died." is all it read

And, shrouded by darkness, I'm all alone.

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My roses have wilted; my friends are done mourning

Life continues on for all of them-

Screams of tortured souls bind with songs of angels

I miss all of them; I love all of them.

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I dream now of walking among them once more

I want to not just dream, but be

But I fear they will fear the ghost I've become

That is, if they even remember me.

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So I lay, friends only with tombstones

I hear no words, emit no sound

To spend forever in a darkened tomb

In a forgotten kingdom, underground.

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But lo!  I feel the ground tremble!

A brand new grave? It cannot be!

A new headstone placed next to mine

Ensures I'll have a friend for eternity!

Author's Note

.....whaddya think? (And PLEASE ignore the grammar and spelling problems that I'm sure are numerous.)

Reviews

[Dev]

begins on a sad note, but ends with hope
very well written and has nice fluidity to it ! :)

[SilentDreamer]

Cute, I really like this. A creative poem that flows well. Great job. :D
~Ell~
P.S. Cute avatar.

[Diego]

Very nice poem. I like the rhyme scheme and the idea of a graveyard as a "forgotten kingdom" makes the place seem less frightening to people.

[Rose Elizabeth]

Hey! Awsome poem! That was really good! At first it was bitter sweet but in the end, with those last two lines, it turned really nice. Very good!

[*Evelen*]

This is an awesome poem. Good job. I liked the last stanza the most. I'm happy she has a friend now.

[The Message]

Wow, this is really good. The third stanza is seriously one of the best... moments in poetry I've ever read, it just flows so naturally and flawlessly while still seeming vaguely unnatural in that way that great poetry sometimes is. I loved it, write more.