Mortuis Invidere

To envy the dead

I envy the dead who feel no pain, 

silent eternal rest, 

there is peace in the grave, 

love and hatred have no place with the deceased, 

there is no awarness of isolation in the graveyard,  

those who have moved on no longer weep bitter tears. 

Oh I envy them so, 

just to be done with this battle, 

to finish this tragic comedy, 

the divine stares and laughs at my stupidity, 

to feel the weight of loving another in silence is too heavy to bear. 

Oh Death angel visit me, 

I will have a meal for you, 

you are welcome in my home, 

we shall talk of the quite that will come, 

chat about dark stillness within the earth. 

Oh the dead are so blessed to be done with life, 

they have paid their dues, 

for us living that will continue to pay, 

with depression, 

with heartache, 

with bitterness, 

with the burden of life itself, 

we can only jealously admire a cadavars sublimity,

 that vacant smile, 

those empty eyes forever staring into nothing.

Author's Note

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