Casket of Tears

This one just came to me while I was sleeping.

Casket of tears

Cup your hands and count to three,
feel it drip down.
For death is near and you must weave,
your casket of tears.

Speak those words of sorrow,
say them soft and sweet.
For death is near and you must weave,
your casket of tears.

Reap the distant air,
feel it slip away.
For death is near and you must weave,
your casket of tears.

Lay your head but do not wake,
when the night has passed.
For death is here and you have weaved,
your casket of tears.

 

Reviews

[shairvan]

this was very good i liked it a lot thank you for writing it

[Drake Hyman]

While you were sleeping? really?
I liked it. Usually repetition gets annoying if what's repeated isn't used well or isn't created well initially. good job.