A Living Grave Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A Living Grave



Full and tender, set into a living grave,
awaiting the world's awakening with the
morning sun.

Watching carefully, seizing questions from
recesses of my mind.

Fully anticipating seeing answers written in
skies when tomorrow dawns.

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