Tomb of Doom

Cobwebs clinging to death.
Corpses it caresses.
Hideous messes.
Belonging in the crypt.
Demise you can't fix.
Solitary confinemint shelled in a coffin or casket.
Dark, cold, & underground.
No flowers in a basket.
Six feet under rumble.
Decayed & crumbled.
A headstone to remember.
A tragedy to wonder.
A restless sleep in slumber.
Without peace.
LIFE just cease.
Death is haunting.
Mortality is a curse that is taunting.

(Author Notes:
My dad is the only one
I knew that died.
At 81 in 2009.
Of natural causes.
He was cremated.)

© Harmony Sapphire .All rights reserved

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