Silence in the Ground

The silence stretched on eternally, until it was broken here and now.

The grave whispers to me: 

“You missed me, did you not?”

I have nothing to say back.  I lay there silently for a bit and then quietly ask myself, 

“Why am I so alone?”  

Like he hears me, the grave whispers back:  

“That, my good friend, is a secret to all.  It is one secret that you have brought to me.” 

Is that why I love the grave so much?  Is that the reason that he is my one soul mate?  The reason that I was so eager to meet him?  The grave does not judge.  The grave does not tell.  The grave speaks to you with understanding and kindness, objectively affirming every action and every choice with all the understanding of the world.  I know that for eternity, we will be the best of friends.    

Reviews

[Deandra Dawn]

Love the format and the imagery. Nicely done.

[TC Dunn]

oh very nice. I can definitely see how Poe influenced you here. He's one of my favorite authors as well. Simply stunning work with some wonderful imagery.

[Marie]

Isn't there a lines that is somet hing like "Half in love with easeful Death..." You're poem says that to me.

so true, the grave doesn't judge, love this!!!!

[de-oblitus]

This has to be my absolute favourite piece of writing that I've read on here. The format speaks for itself, kudos.

[The White Wolf]

Philosophy meets poetry. I have to say, I am very fond of the layout. It makes for interesting visuals right off the bat. I also like the storytelling format you have used to get your dialogue across. Overall, well done, brilliant!